THE HAT
Tis I...
It's rather bad enough to be born me.
Violence
Broken…
Could I ever be whole?
Shattered into a million pieces.
Could I be loved for me?
Crying to sleep until it ceases.
I deem myself broken.
Living in perfect reality.
How can that be so bad?
All the pieces run away from me.
Nowhere to go and hide.
Loosing my hope to gather it all.
Tore in all direction.
Once again I rise to fall.
Seeing all together.
My heart left broken in all the shards.
How can that be fixed?
I shall remain in alls disregard.
I was given the gift of reality,
Please Dear God take this curse away from me.
I would rather dwell in insanity,
Than to see the filth we call humanity.
Open mine eyes to view just the ugly,
So many motherfuckers think they’re better than me.
Murder, rape, petty lies all around,
Knowledge brings power, only death kills the sound.
Why must I think this way?
Misanthropic genocide again another day.
As children we go out and play,
Mundane aging rips all good things away.
It’s all over now, I give in gleefully.
All cares and worries cannot stay.
What was given was easily taken away.
Now I, yes sir, no ma’am, have a nice day.
Yup, dispoisable how do you like that?
Tossed away at the drop of a hat.
I know it's sad but true.
Fuck me for befriending you.
The in crowd or small social group.
Very different than the usual troop.
Really are you sure about that?
All the same, just dressed in black.
SURE I'm a great friend indeed.
I'm always here when of need.
My importance in a mere palm.
Tossed away until they're gone.
Honest and indeed always good.
Not well enough, misunderstood.
Take it away, just leave it at that.
I'm tossed away like some old hat.
Out to light all imperfection for all to see.
A masterpeice of garbage is born.
Upon my brow a crown of laughter is worn.
You question and ponder to analiyze.
All the words I tell you far from lies.
I hate people for what they say.
Wish I was a dog to have my day.
I cry at your thoughts and suggestions.
I was just being me and asking questions.
All the wrongs and few tiny rights.
THEN you wonder why I FIGHT?
Idiots and beggers for this or that.
I eat to hide away from public with my fat.
I bash you with my thoughts and fist.
Question in return to your silly request.
YES indeed you look better than me.
That's okay though for I'm smarter than thee.
You think not and roll along with a smile.
I've taken your pride and thought all the while.
Tis just I the useless being
More than enough most be seeing.
Question my look and train of thought.
Yes I've won the war we've fought.
Yet you walk away in ingorant bliss.
Proud of how you handled this.
A week from now you'll see the truth.
Tis I who won, you idiot doof.
SO who is this a shout out too?
No one in my regular crew.
THOUGH if ever you've felt the above.
Remember that I love you.
Yeah you snot nosed bitch.
I've been wating to scratch this itch.
Yeah the girl was talking to me.
Now she's with you, bah idiots need left be.
Sure you want to fuck with me.
So does your whole damned family.
I've busted more face before.
Punk you out you cheap whore.
MY friend we got a situation.
Be praying for your idiot salvation.
Hand of God might save you now.
Nothing else has the power.
SO you listen to all the nuschool.
Look at me like I'm a fool.
Hell on earth and all creation.
Survive me bitch before you worry of SATAN.
You worship the devil and evil yeah right.
Well your bitch mouth has gotten you a fight.
Where's your fiend at the moment?
PAL wrong place to beg after you've blown it.
I'LL CRUSH IN YOUR THIN HEAD,
BEGGED TO BE BETTER OFF DEAD!
NO WHERE TO RUN NOW LITTLE MAN!
All I NEED is my bare two HANDS.
Mused
You were my Muse From a distance albeit I fell in love with you From a glance only. So wrong of me To feel this way Not saying my feeling Secret wanting every day Seeing another Where I should be Stirred the fire of my creativity Jealous I’ll finally admit Probably some wrong desire You laugh and enjoy please As I long for what I’ll not have No ones fault but my own. My brain not regarding My heart still longing I swear my love true. Not to any one So words and pencils shall release What I hold for you. Sparks in my mind Wishful desire What a lovely curse To inspire