Open Letter to ..
A Textbook Tale of the Practice(and Perfection) of Insanity
Enablers..are one thing. Cause for concern is your due diligent discern-ment. Or lack thereof. No gain, no pain to you you've been given.
Who you going to listen to? Who's twisting the titty while the mouse and the kitty play to your fatted fiddle the lies your keeper keeps. Pluck off your wings while the winds whine who to scrape and vape the soul of next? Upon who are ya gonna throw your next hex?
I should call out each and every one of you fake motherfuckers--you easily led, pack of wolves in shape shifter shreds is what you forked tongued saber toothed sleestacks are. And not the nice kind! Ha!
You feed, you feed upon the frail, the pale(tho it is quite beyond the) and ones in and out of jail, you clitbate. You exacerbate and frustrate and gleefully all the while kicking those that are already down.
You delight in cruel apathetic denial that anyone else is in any pain because after all, pinch you-you don't feel a thing!
To this day..to this day--still reverberates the vapid, errant stench of the season's end with rot and rank. They huddle and cajole, bleating over another's blekk like so many whines of coquettish, simpering school children.
Most of them well beyond their best years, none of them resemble anything light and breezy and their back handed compliments-sheer transparency of the slate of their brains and dross recirculating in hard and tough veins is the only state that remains.
Among the many ghosts crossing that threshold to...well, HELL apparently. RSVPed obviously for your grand gala-ball.
What? Are you ritualistically rogue or are you materialistically provoked to carry out each shovelful of shit from your frothing fickle face.
Pathological, egotistical, maniacal, impractical, hardly scholastical, very highly pa-lastical. Maudlin, feckless inept. You're only equipped to do what you are told to do.
Oh I see your UNDYING LOYALTY, NOW. AAAaaahhhh! I see now I see how you turnt that one around. Yeah, you are right, I'm Green. Sorry I couldn't meet your ripe with rotten, oh you've forgotten, wait..what? again? Where were we? Oh yes- No..Where? And, very fast
And still the shit still floats while you brag on and you boast. Yuck it up mother fucker, my ~~sigh~~ is drawing nigh and too late they'll will try to placate so why even try?
You sugarcoat the poison that hissed in your ear. You brought up to the surface your real skin deep. But you left at the bottom the rich sustenance you waste, not reap. As god as my witness, I'll never pass this wayward again. Yours is =to pain, theirs is to unduly gain.
Disablers are quite another tho, pick you up off the shelf before you hit the floor.
Kick your feet right from under you, you've heard the truth-guess you'll need proof
Before you presume lies, even you ask a question-why should I tell you ?
Your "best intentions", the road to hell and are we not still in one ?
Not able to breathe, can't even conceive
The way around an easy fix situation
Be too easy to run with what you see,
You believe lies.
I need what I need and don't want what I want
Thanks for keeping me alive, but I need to live
More than just survive, I want to give
I like to one day get a piece of this earth
To be free on
And grow many things to sustain us all
So I write these words in order to dispel
The worst of tides, let's erase those vibes
And start anew, and work with our hands
Feed the crew, hungry for inspiration
Not some frozen faux aggravation
Rubbing some dumb shit on you
Like they was some grace assed guru.
Who's knows no-thing and got nothing to prove
There ought to be shame, the longer you put us to wane.
And I write these words thats you'll never heard
Such grief caused unto me
Trial, error & bad company.
Whittle me down say "it's cute" and ignore
The dangerously unsightly abhorred
My recurring fucked up situation
And I can't hide my indignation
For what you don't know you have no idea
How little you value me, how much insult atop
Injury, how much can you cause to me ?
It's fun and it's games,
(Until some squirrel loses their nut)
To cause me to lose, it's your gain
To run my emotions sky high
Tidal wave ocean, move aside
Part the path to make the way
Stop wasting time, stop wasting mine
I need this gig, can't feed the kids
Please be so kind, I'll find the words to
Pen and speak my peace with words
Like swords to slice right thru the rage
That fills up fiery ink on every page
The dagger to scatter your rather
Useless campaign of war
That you continue to wage.
I need peace and that perfect
Utopian society I built up inside my head
Won't let me rest til I find a way to
Bridge the gap and build upon the dreams
Of everyone that every one has a place
To nurture their hidden talents and
Innate gifts that grace
And inspire those that reach higher
But look back and give a hand and pull up
Another hand reaching up and out
Of the drowning drought
Isn't that what we're about
Isn't that why we really are here
To overcome all worrying fears
And erase all lingering doubt
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