Wasn’t I waitin for the unexpected?
I always am…
I’m waiting on you to take a turn for the first
Stop being your comfortable worst
You’re so suburban-hard like mayonnaise
And in deep like a rat in a maze
Eatin and drinkin
the things you believe in
line your pocket
tiny and limited
Your morals fit in a first-love locket
No picture there
just the short list
You live by
simply chalk it up to
The world being against you
Poor you the only thing you have more
Of than self pity is more of you
And what about the her of you?
You use her and lose her and
Wonder why you have a rep
And she sits alone as empty as your conscience
While they blame her for what you did to her
So smile for the camera it’s as fake as your hair
Why do peers hate on you? So strange
How next year you are only a boy again
And she’s just a girl until she gets played
Again
I’m shakin my pen to make more ink
And wonderin why I’m wastin it on you
You don’t deserve me and Karma
Is gonna show that’s true
Pose-ter boy
Of unoriginality and immorality
You can’t even see you
You getting frustrated yet, Leyba? Really nice pieces though, I've been away far too long, it's been too long since I've read something like this
ReplyDeletethe forms of disgruntled youth
ReplyDeletespeak the forms of misguided truth
it's a shame they act with such disdain
and form these opinions of what they can not contain
who are they to act so rough?
when they don't know how to define tough
football? no, disgruntled? no, but uncertain: yes
and these are they silly things they manifest
trying to put the authority to the test!
they won't ever be able to rest
until they've reached a point of detest
for all the things you've given them
though you've never forced a bend
a kneel nor a repent
and now they open ears to new decent
who are they to judge you right?
and who be they to judge you wrong?
will you explain it to them via song?
or will you play right along?
do not fold, do not bend
let them know; life is not pretend
but rather a place for them to ascend
and transcend, as not to debacle
all that they have kept in the shackle
a crimson tide of blood and wheat
they must learn to remain their seat
do not however begin to speak
until your project is complete
a vicious tone must include
that they no longer shall include "dude"
prefer the words that do not elude
speaking clearly of those whom don't abuse
but incorporate the ones that do not infuse
the social gathering with those who delude
~A rebirth, forgive them, forgive me--I ramble.
Love,
Digress.
its been far too long since i have read one of your pieces, i loved it when you read us your stuff. If i could i would be in your class everyday.
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