Why are you here?

Peut-être vous recherchez un emplacement française au sujet de plastique, si ainsi ; désolé.

If you are here in search of information on mouldable explosives or an obscure DC character, I suggest you try Wikipedia.

However if you are looking for crap poetry of a socio-political nature, look no further...
Asylum





white
Stark and cold as fog in the snow,
Ridiculous furniture, blocks of foam,
Reinforced glass, primary school Hell.
Clean, bright, sterile, dead.
red
A mist of blood, futility breeds,
Passions checked limbically,
Through a haze of their pharmacy.
Confused, enraged, subdued, destroyed.
green
An ague of mould, sickly vital,
Awakening each day to Hell,
Cheery wardens of soul-death,
Drill a regimen of normalcy,
Crushing emotions with a needle,
Crushing intellect with a word,
Crushing psyche with a shrug.
blue
Eggshells broken, freedom calls,
Breezes waft my soul away,
Bargains made and plots hatched.
Lies, drugs, times, rules.
black
Drear and dark as the oceans depths,
Streets I cannot walk down,
Plenary chaos in it's true form.
Safety, warmth, power, peace.

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