Sit back. Relax. And
imagine it's raining...
Another day in and a day's
worth of complaining
From you, from them, all to
no end
From side to side from the
middle and then...
Everything and everyone
shouts, all at once
Feigned intelligence while wearing caps that say "DUNCE"
Lean to the left, lean to the right
Stuck in the middle and itchin' for a fight
When there's wisdom in comedy
When there's dispute among classes
When there's nostalgia in brutality
It's no wonder there's unrest in the masses
Sit back. Relax. And imagine there's sun
And we're all back in primary education
From you, from them, knowing absolutely
nothing
Snotty hand holding snotty hand but knowing
one thing...
That in this moment we haven't a care
And life is just a game of truth or dare
Elaborate fortunes were told on paper
And circles and dots could prevent what was
in the air
When there are adults who haven't grown up
When the monsters have come out from under
the bed
When what we've stomached is something we should've
thrown up
It's no wonder we're all lost in our own
heads
Sit back. Relax. And imagine it's snowing
And we're no longer concerned if our hearts
are showing
From you, to them, then repeat again and
again
Until you can look into their eyes and see
that they're glowing
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Wednesday, August 01, 2012
Entitled
Necks made
of rubber, with no moral glue
Blind to
opportunity and what they continue to do
Don’t feed
the animals; just tap on the glass
Don’t make
a difference or get off their a___
The fans
don’t spin they’re just blocked with s___
And they’re
too busy to deal with it
They keep
looking forward through rose-colored shades
Never believing
life’s a bitch and one day they’ll fade
Bull S___.
More S___. Piled Higher and Deeper
All to earn
a degree as a certified sleeper
Sworn to
secrecy. But still speaking evil
Watch the
trash pick at the trash like a bunch of hungry seagulls
They turned
their backs and said goodbye
But still
expect answers when they ask why
Seemingly
entitled to the bitter bloody end
And they
wonder why they can’t find friends
A hope and
a life created by those before
Disregarded,
forgotten and thrown on the floor
Currently
unde-serving three hundred million plus
Self-satisfied
amnesiacs who’ll never get enough
Presently
forgetting those who worked to get them here
And the
spirit that was lost; to simply persevere
The foundation
layers will die soon, it’s only a matter of when
And the
entitled will look nostalgically at “back then”
They’ll
sink into smug despair questioning how things went awry
Never
admitting to their entitled neglect until the day they die…
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