Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
I'm not overly addicted to you like I once was so this poem is for you!
After so many months of nic-fits life
Redeems itself to the hell I was more
Familiar with when I was a child of
About fourteen years old, babysitting,
Watching children not my own and
Depressed like you would not and
Could not believe.
You weren't there, you wouldn't know,
Telling me I exaggerated the truth
When the truth is all these steel blue eyes can see.
You're the liar.
Saying you've worked very hard all your life
When You haven't lifted a finger all week.
You with your morals and values
That means absolutely sh!t to anyone else who is not you.
Confusion, sometimes my eyes are blinded
To anything that could be conceivable,
For you have fed me full of lies so
That my eyes are brown from the sh!t you've been telling me.
Metaphor my dear, metaphor,
Don't go looking for some kind of inexplicable change to become me.
I wish I could become you though,
If but for a day, a moment, a minute, one millisecond
To get into your mind-frame and see
What makes you tick, so to speak.
Metaphors, dammit, metaphors.
Nothing I say is true you think, for I speak in tongues
Only a poet would know.
Once upon a time in a land far, far away,
You saw me as a mediocre genius and thus
Gave me the time of day but,
I cannot take that time for I am but a busy individual, am I not?
You wouldn't think so, but,
Who cares about you,
You are a disease that once had control over my central nervous system,
But I have flushed you out of my body and thus,
Am happier without your debasing mortal near me.
June 26, 2004
Suge
Redeems itself to the hell I was more
Familiar with when I was a child of
About fourteen years old, babysitting,
Watching children not my own and
Depressed like you would not and
Could not believe.
You weren't there, you wouldn't know,
Telling me I exaggerated the truth
When the truth is all these steel blue eyes can see.
You're the liar.
Saying you've worked very hard all your life
When You haven't lifted a finger all week.
You with your morals and values
That means absolutely sh!t to anyone else who is not you.
Confusion, sometimes my eyes are blinded
To anything that could be conceivable,
For you have fed me full of lies so
That my eyes are brown from the sh!t you've been telling me.
Metaphor my dear, metaphor,
Don't go looking for some kind of inexplicable change to become me.
I wish I could become you though,
If but for a day, a moment, a minute, one millisecond
To get into your mind-frame and see
What makes you tick, so to speak.
Metaphors, dammit, metaphors.
Nothing I say is true you think, for I speak in tongues
Only a poet would know.
Once upon a time in a land far, far away,
You saw me as a mediocre genius and thus
Gave me the time of day but,
I cannot take that time for I am but a busy individual, am I not?
You wouldn't think so, but,
Who cares about you,
You are a disease that once had control over my central nervous system,
But I have flushed you out of my body and thus,
Am happier without your debasing mortal near me.
June 26, 2004
Suge
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I`m not overly addicted to you like I once was so this poem is for you!
I`m not overly addicted to you like I once was so this poem is for you!
