I’m Actually Pretty Amazing

Rock bottom was a step up to me. Just like my left nut to my right. Treated no different than dirt. Misery is happy while being stepped. No concept of “staying in my place”, or of shackles and being a slave. This was my lot in life. Be the best dirt you can be, don’t disgrace. To the farmers who plant the seed, grass grow, much greener through me. Cows graze. Even without four stomachs, they’ll chew, and regurgitate, happily. Golden milk lactate, shipped and sold. High prices paid, no barter or debate. For years, this was fate, common place, contemplate, life wasn’t horrible, life wasn’t great. Fruit of labor stolen in front your face. Uncontested

Can’t tell it was a shady deal, unless one educates, the mechanisms society lifted up and dropped in place. Right on top of me, too much weight to stand up and topple see. In hindsight, now I know why I stayed quiet properly. Simple economics, the top of the totem pole was never the spot for me. When you try to advance be sure to look out for the opposition. They need you there. Keep the structure enact is the mission. At least one where they talk and choose to listen. Used since birth for all your worth. Discarded, call that pimping. Who I was and the possibilities of my capabilities, grew a distance. To whom does one listen, The voice that calls you dirt or the stars the glisten. Mountains out of mole hills. Molded myself out of dirt. Now finally closing the distance.

This Time It’s Different

Oh no here we go, all this energy expended, nothing to show. Pores opened, sweat exposed, walked down a straight line death row. Left behind a trail of flowers, bloomed, where in the ground imprinted my big toe. This is the route for the next prisoner to go. Live to die, came just to go. live to die, came just to go. No circle of life here, evidence knows. Truth be told, even the dead petals won’t put any nutrients in the soil. Death in dry spades, lost opportunities for shade turn the landscape one dull shade of gray. Live to die, it doesn’t work in the reverse way.

Under Attack ?

I really like this.

I really want this shit. Matter of fact, briefcase full of evidence packed. I need this borderline obsession. Add to my collection of feelings. Emptiness pleasing, lackluster gold upheaval. Bewitched not by evil, something less deceitful, an equal. Precursor to the squeal. Me trying my best to be content, wear my smile right. Happiness represents an opportunity for conformity, so be it. As long as I’m not alone with me. Oh shit you just so happen to have what I want.

Excuse my french,  what I need. Slide right next to you, unexpected too. Surprise, pee a boo, now you’re a target too. Flattery coated in chatter slams against the brain faster than fast. By chance, my carefully elaborate diversion, you won’t notice my glance. For in my eyes contains the plans for retreat when the royals crown is missing. Hopefully it won’t come to this, the easier the better. Together we’ll drink and sing, forget all types of things. Leaving room for the realization to be the sole focus.

Any and all achievements accredited to you, better suited on me. I hope sooner rather than later you’ll see. My pseudo king, Funny how you wonder.

” people really hate me”

Conceited in thought and gains. For no one would cry or care to say your name had you died in a plane. For they hate the world. I do too. With you’re playing cards, I’ll finally make all my dreams come true. Stole a slice from the pie of happiness, then poisoned the rest.