Im not even sure what to write anymore
its like I just want to yell
but that'll lead to jail more then likely
hell,I should only be so lucky
how humbling I am
though I still deal with poverty
its more so untrust of a system
I'am not systematically oppressed like my friends.
Its like Im on a binge
I mean I guess I technically am
but technicalities are fallacies
balancing acts of man
one with the most chips win
fish on the hook end.
I cant say it all without ever
putting it down in a sentence.
Thats how tense it is
the tip of the proverbial lips
some want to kiss
some want to hit...such is the give and the get
yet getting with the time
theres less wits...in all senses
there is most ceartinly an end
but its nessicary to a means...the tree of liberty must be refreshed
with the blood of tyranical men...women
these pens can only pierce ears,doldrums
we need it to beat like war drums
like its fucking 2015
I want to travel the galaxy...not debate the socicatal constructs which plauge
yet to say nothing is just as damning as having a part to play
so I will scream until my very last day
there will be nothing vauge
because implications have become far too great.