I live near that guy I know what he's thinking,
He's a familiar face around when glasses are clinking,
I think I'll pigeonhole him online today for I know best,
How can he know about pain anymore than the rest,
But I write in jest and in the spirit of fantasy,
They still want to juxtapose my feelings over their vanity,
Poking me with verbal jabs when my hands are down,
They see me as their personal bozo bop bag clown,
A toy they can play with in leisure time's of plenty,
I don't even have a beggar's bowl for them to drop a twenty,
Just because you know someone it shouldn't give you rights,
To tear them down publicly like a pugilist in Friday night fights,
It takes courage to lay your heart bare although masked in frivolity,
You shouldn't have to suffer fools and their amateur psychology,
Although I've been found guilty of same uncouth performance,
Until now though my hate crimes didn't seem so enormous,
But now I'm seeing through different eyes that are wiser,
I swear to become a better man, one that writes as adviser,
And my advice to everyone reading along right now,
Be the best person honestly your instincts will allow.
~ Farls Tokley
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Anxiety Society
PoetryIn this collection of poems I talk about depression, dealing with condescending people and society's attitudes in general. Writing creates the catharsis I need in dealing with these woes. Oh woe's me, no one reads my poetry, should I give up throw a...
