Societal Esteem

(Everyone’s a slut and slave these days, so don’t just spit at me)

Lye on any couch because everyone is a drug dealer and therapist these days

And open up about the paint chipping off of my old paint brushes

And everything else that collapses into itself

And bring my session to a climax, revealing a side of me that I cannot see, which cannot speak freely

Because I’m oblivious to the majority of me

I’m not the sun, but I’m not the ceiling

But I’m still searching

And I prove it by not crumpling my poems just because I can’t spell or sell

All I want from life is to leave on a high note

Maybe with the tendencies that carried away most of my childhood heroes

And leave my wiring process as meaningless as an atheist’s God

                                               

By the way, when I’ve talked to God, I’ve asked him to talk back to everyone else

Because my selfish will doesn’t mean a thing

No one is worth God’s ultimatum

The reality we’ve created is the result of a half-hearted bargain

But I get the feeling that if the darkness in it all no longer existed

Then we’d waste our extra sunlight on extending our work hours everyday

So why do we feel we deserve help?

Ever meet someone that tried to suck off a shotgun for everyone wrong doing?

For ever reason we struggle to progress?

Or even for every girl that didn’t love him back?

After all this, how can we still be redeemed by one 33 year old with nails through his hands?

Laughing in his face we open the flood gates and infect his land

Everyone’s childhood was messed up, thus will be your children’s hall-pass to apathy

And no matter how hard we try, we’ll never be stuck in immortality

To

–sigh-

Finally -live our lives

Disenfranchised through our own lives we refuse to live

Pocket a lie

Live like a note

Sign

And say goodbye.