Shit rant poems

Late night revelations

When it's the late night sad hours

And you look back over everything

Everything you did
They did to you
You thought
They said
They thought
You couldn't say

It really puts things into perspective

Makes you think

I am a storyteller

I tell fables and fairytales

Based off my own life

However loosely so because you can't tell the whole un demonetised truth

I am a real estate agent too

I'm trying to sell these things

Not houses no
Experiences
Memories
Places
Things
Concepts
Ideas

The idea that I was raised fine
That he never laid hands on my psyche

I'm really pushing it too

I'm hamming it up with billboards and tv ads

I am making the worst memories

Sellable for profit and admiration

Capitalising on trauma even

I am a writer of this bullshit
And horsefuckery

I am weaving the audience friendly patron unshocking tale

A new take a fresh take and a new fresh fake spin

Showing them what marketing wants them to

Because I'm also an artist

I paint the idea of who I am into people as best as I can

I reinvent
Exclude
Change
Force
Forget
Forge anew my being

Its is a fucking masterpiece
Astounding

Recycling at its finest

Making something so fucking exponentially semi functioning

That exists in the corner of its goals

Never quite there

A tale of pretentious melancholy sequel kafkaesque cow shit fake assholery

I am a postman too
Maybe not in the forefront
But

I deliver this shit too
On time and to everyone

The same surface level crap
No typo
No deeper meaning

Spam mail but a personality
Fraudulent and ignorant to the signs people hang over their mailboxes

I know you want no junk mail like me
But you don't know any better this time