Ig @ughitsriot
Pretentious pompous elitist at your service.
I only do for you what I could do in order to make you nervous
You’re still here searching for a purpose.
But didn’t you hear? Your status in this universe is truly worthless
Together we were just scratching the surface
Like fingernails on the epidermis.
I was recently coming to terms with the apparatus called malice
As souls spill over like blood over pouring in a chalice
The feeling of them overwhelms my equilibrium and balance.
I was helmed as
King of the master class till your emotions humbled my ass
If I may be so crass to ask how you had planned to craft,
To make yourself the very last thing I had?
Why do things only look up when I’m down bad?
The inklings are enough to drive me mad.
I feel so much of a rush, I am struggling to stand
I am disgruntled enough to let go of who I am
Crumbling the ego was never part of the plan
Stumbling slowly towards neglectfully open hands
You hold me closing laughing at the thought of me thinking I had a chance
Today i am choosing to be bland
Now I'm just another losing man.
Amen …
riot
Ig @ughitsriot
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Excellent rhyming poetry.