Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
they say the things haunting you are probably imagined at best and simply non-existant at worst. but they don’t know a thing about flying pink monkeys and you don’t expect them to. you sought help because you were made to do so and not at all because you feared the monkeys weren’t real. you say the things haunting you are probably imagined at best and simply really pissed off monkeys at worst. for the times have changed from back when they were little, and the narcotics are much more refined now, how can they expect to understand?