"My Shoes"

The rage of my envy consumes me.
It overwhelms me, like a fire in a brush.

My pitiful existance is so perverse and meaningless,
that my actions are none the greater than that of Infiniti.

The extensive measure that I take to love,
have no meaning in the world of which i reside.
Rather than to take the pain of my existance,
i would rather use the misshapen urges of chaos,
to fill my desire to live or die.

My virtue has been scorned by
the hypocratical views of an unjust society.

So, I ask you.
Do you have an underlying need to feel what
life, love, and death are?

Then you will skillfully display a radical
viewpoint of which is taught to you by means
of persuasion or disillusion,
yet not by the yearning of your own desire.

As you make your statement i will listen,
and will contemplate that of which you say.

Yet, will you listen to my views of life,
and try to understand the basis of what i believe.
Or, will you hear what i have to say being polite
and act as if you understand that of which i just said.
Only realizing your actions have dealt you a bad hand,
not knowing that not even i understand
the meaning behind what i have said.

I tell you this on the grounds of which might set you free.
Free to love and learn, and speak you mind about your
radical views rather than that of another person.

I also tell you this, because i know where you come from.
For i have sat in your seat, walked in your shoes.
So don't try to tell me that i have no understanding of
where you come from.

Bullshit, I have every right to say what i please.

So, once you have set foot in my shoes and lived my life,
or a life of worth, that is when we shall talk.

-j.d.crow