enraged on the page

this life i’m livin’

there’s no forgivin’

gonna rap this crap

like a snap chat

i’m here and then i’m gone

it’s darkest before the dawn

sunlight only gives us shadows

shadow boxer at the gallows

hang me high and long enough

asphalt black and sidewalks tough

you’ve never walked, you’ll never know

midnight leaves no afterglow

germ ridden species infest the night

scattering at the first light

dancers lithe unchoreographed

star gazers without the math

staring at the inside of my mind

escaping quotas which only bind

preach the teach that i should reach

i’ll be me beyond beseech

i’m drunk, stoned, cigarerated

with your words you’ve masturbated

feel relief that all my grief

you can solve by your belief

beer obscure hear

unless your tongue is in my ear

there is nothing that you say

that will take hold or ever sway

this author of the dark streets of decay

 

go away, go away

i’m a kid who wants to play

on playgrounds without supervision

new math revision without division

insert god with each incision

and say that it is love

while i bend over for the glove

that’s wrapped around your fingers

in my anus you will linger

but all you ever find is shit

nothing found you call legit

while i scream amid your probe

there’s nothing here just a globe

spinning in an empty verse

how i’m longing for the hearse

to take me home and lay me down

there is nothing above ground

that will accept me

much less love me

cause i rebut their absolutes

won’t redefine their lies as cute

fuck you, fuck you all

leave me alone with my fuck doll

who lets my seed coincide

without first being justified

by collusion conversation

like an outdated playstation

that you control with a remote

waiting for your god to smote

according to your dictates

i don’t even believe in fate

 

stop making me something you believe

i’m not unhappy or deceived

it’s not love if i must change

all my cabinets rearrange

to make room for the cups you fill

my only purpose is to till

the ground you found to be fertile

i inside shell like a turtle

waiting for the threat to pass

all alone and at last

i can move among the hares

knowing no one really cares

unless i’m something they prefer

refining fire makes you pure

until then they will unfriend

a simple button brings an end

no acceptance without repentance

oh go fuck yourselves is my last sentence

 

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