Money and Power, power and money, is a cycle that the self absorbed
And obsessed like you who weave that narrative around your life. You lie
so naturally you are believed for why would someone so full of the will to succeed
need to lie? It’s all a lie and a cycle of lies proceed you.
Continue reading “You Failed – a poem”
I have run out of shits to give to people who demand from me
That which they don’t stand for to enrich themselves.
Grasping cold straws to fill the void of cold life, they stand
For control over my body my life, my choice, which does
Not fill them with anything other than bitterness.
Continue reading “Taking – a poem”
(A tribute to someone who I no longer have to give a shit about)
The Good Plates
You own a “good” dinner set that you can’t allow yourself to use
You excuse and are obtuse as to why not, you are excessive
In the face of opposition.
Your position is that your mission is to keep it nice,
unbroken, unsullied, unused and so another set is purchased;
The second best set.
And these ones you allow to get wet, but you still expect reverence.
They’re delicate but not untouchable and still quite valuable
You calculate, and hesitate to even place these before
those undeserving and unnerving, who you don’t let yourself respect
Mostly they get to eat off the the third-best set.
I live in an echo chamber
The people I choose to be around me
Are the ones who reflect my opinions
Ideas, judgments, have my set of values
Of a world that is better Continue reading “Echo Chamber – prose”
A small bit of prose dedicated to a certain someone
The thing that’s so sad
Is you’re so close to ‘good’
A small whisker off ‘nice’
If you just understood.
You’re often quite fun
Good looking and fit
If only you were not
So totally shit. Continue reading “Baby man – prose to a certain type of person”
A rare bit of prose from my perspective
I’m really quite laid back and chilled
All my friends are fantastic people
But my ‘nice’ prose is always unfulfilled
And my attempts at ‘pleasant’ is feeble Continue reading “Total bosh (a poem)”
All I can say is, don’t get into an argument with someone who is both a total git and a philosophy major. It will end in your own tears of frustration.
If only you could in anyway be
Even half awesome as me
Taking to me is a such a pleasure
You’ll want to do it at your leisure
Check out the fantab things I write
If you don’t agree, I’ll know it’s spite Continue reading “Logic (a poem)”