Poems

It's Too Short

For everyone reading
There is one thing I can't stress repeating
It's that most people can't see what's maddening
This world has a whole lot to stand
Sometimes I wish I was banned to plan this clan of bland humans
A better way to wake up is by listening
Then you'll see something glistening
Within the darkness, whispering
"I am what you have been seeking."
Answering all the questioning individuals
Repeating and listing to set a certain amount of residuals
How can we not see the severity of what I say?
Let me know if you need more clarity.

We are not puppets forged
We are not slaves bored
Poor getting taxed more
When the debt is already below the floor
Close to finding out why
It was once in the sky
We've already gone past what we can fly
Our human rights and morals go above authorities.
The First Purge was mainly parties.
Displaying we all want to be in quantities.
Defying all the justice and laws to have correct morals.
Sometimes it doesn't go that way
Arms begin to sway and flail at something we can't see
Most of us would flee
Can't you see this is where we are made to be
You pick me
I pick you

We are here like the flu
Without a clue as to why we can't see
It's because we are blind
To what we can't find
It's obviously time
To do the right crime
Accepting life isn't kind
Finally admitting we have a conscious
Spontaneous urges bursting like bullets to shoot those mullets right through the gullet
I can't stress enough
You ain't tough enough to huff and puff
No one is
Let me say life is too short for this nonsense
To follow shit people say like Mike Pence
Let me build this fence to have my own privacy
Life is too short to worry about all that blasphemy
It's too short to confuse right from wrong
We won't be here for long
Let me prolong this as far as I can take it
Oh wait it's short enough for me to end this