A Random Dark Bit of Poetry (Book 1)

Picky, Pushy, Opinionated Idiots

Cant they see

That i don't want their company?

Crowd and smother

Oh brother.

I dont want to hear

Their religious sneer

At how they snide

That Ive "joined the dark side".

They might think

That my morals have gone down the sink,

But they can just f#ck off

I've had enough of their scoff.

Not that i can say

This today.

No, instead i must stay

I can not get away.

I will wait

And try not to hate

This situation

Beyond any hope of elation.

But i can only be

Acting so patiently

As i stay my tongue

The truth silent, unsung.

Really, i just want to be alone.

Instead, their self imposed throne

Commands me to sit

And listen to their sh*t

Those picky, pushy opinionated idiots.