Another election stolen, 4 more years of lies. Same 'ol story every term we always hate the NEW guys. Different leaders, same struggles. Different policy, same troubles. Corporations rule the world now, the politicians have invested. Don't try to investigate, they'll have you arrested. Trading shares for human lives is what they do, while hiding it behind planned explosions which are covered up by crashing jets. The truth is distorted or obscured and the whole world forgets. There's a theory to conspire, a conspiracy within a conspiracy within a nation of liars. It wasn't controlled demolition, blame it on the fires. They're the ones who run this show, They make all the rules. I pledge no allegiance to the oil company, nor to the republic which it fuels, one nation under your illusion of a god that's invisible with liberty and justice for those who can afford. Not while I can see the rich are getting fatter and the hungry are ignored. Instead of fighting battles they leave it to the poor. Why are we fighting? Is anybody sure?
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I was tired of fixing your problems.
I was sick of saving your day.
I was sick of all the screaming.
Tired of living life your way.
I've held it back so long.
I loved me so.
It all went awry.
I let it go.
I want to die.
It all stops tonight.
I'm done being wrong.
You're never done being right.
I'm on the edge and looking down
It's a long way to fall.
Could I be so lucky to drown?
I never should have been at all.
I never was your hero.
Not meant to play that role.
I was always a zero
My heart is just a hole.
You loved me so.
You left me here to rot.
I let it go
But I never forgot.
You've had all the power
Worked your way in through the cracks.
I've been turning sour
I'm afraid there is no turning back.
Everything I touch collapses
Emotions running cold and hot
Traversing synapses
Leaking from my head like snot.
Everything I had,
I gave him.
Like an idiot,
I obeyed him.
He loved me so.
He threw my heart away
I let it go
Still, I couldn't stay.
it's just poetry I wrote. I could have done better I think. Don't anybody go taking it seriously. I won't do the world the ultimate favor. I have to be strong and survive. Can't take the easy way out, I would rob my loved ones of my existance or whatever it was the doc said.
Every time I look out the window, I fight the urge to jump out of the moving car. I can visualize my bloody body smeared on the highway and it gives me comfort. The other day I went to look at guns and saw myself on a chair, barrel to my throat, toe on the trigger. At this I felt strangely complacent. I have never had a real friend who would push me off a tower if I had stood on the edge too long. I had indeed cheated death, the train missed me by 3 and a half seconds, I guess I could have tried a little harder. The next southbound is due ay minute and here I am, in front of this monitor. I can hear the whistle as I type. I am now watching myself, tranquilized, passed out and soaked in cheap liquor on the tracks. Traffic has stopped. Fifty thousand tons of steel, southbound. I am not drunk or asleep anymore. I am pulverized beyond recognition and I'm feeling better. Then the delusion wears off. Parasitic waste I am. The only mind I have is not mine to make up. I have to live for you. I have to live for him, I have to live for her. I have to live for them. I have to live for everyone but me. Death would be my decision if only I could make it guiltlessly. I don't understand why I visualize my end and why it brings me comfort to imagine my demise, yet I don't have it in me to snuff it because somebody "loves" me. I'm working on making myself cold. I don't want to be loved. I want to be dead.
He wandered drunkly to the convenience store to buy some papers. His driver's liscense is cracked into pieces. Even at 18, he had bought beer and had never before been carded. The clerk was being a douche, wouldn't let him get what he came for because his liscense could not be scanned by the machine at the counter. So a guy in line behind him with a whole card who is younger than he is offered to purchase them for him. The clerk refused the sale to the other customer, The man was annoyed at this and deficated on the sidewalk outside the store. This man had a very good, clear message. "If you won't do business with me, I'll do my business right here on the sidewalk." It's guys like this who crap on the thingst that block their way who aren't ashamed of anything. Those are the ones who embrace the cynical side of human existance rather than deny it. Those are admirable qualities. I hope that store clerk had to clean up the mess.
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They regulate birth and death.
Pills are made now for control of both.
They designed the law that favors not honest folks
But the ones who lie the best.
Our grievances are in their hands.
Their response is none.
There is no sympathy for the working man
When there's no work to be done.
They lie, he cheats,
They steal the throne
The people have no country of their own.
We break the law just to survive.
If we can't steal the bread we can't afford
None of us wil thrive.
