Make it plain unfair,
And they'll never join in —
But make it a game,
And they'll want to win.

Self-proclaimed righteous,
Reigned in with the threat of
Damnation and hellfire —
Merely monsters on a leash.

Medium hopes
For mediocre days —
Disillusioned,
And it shows.

Shame, paling,
Stuck in the backseat —
Uncorked liquid wisdom
Defending the pink elephant
Thrashing the room.

Like the ocean,
Deep, tumultuous,
Unfathomably wide —
Right here, right now,
Such is my love
For you.

Laws of relativity,
Socially applied.
Raised to always get our way,
We've lived to see
The death of reason —
Better lives we never earned
Harbingers
Of harder times to come.

Expectation,
Socially ingrained —
Live for your fathers,
Care for your mothers,
Die for your fellow men.

My grief, my pain
Outweigh all else —
I rage, I scream,
And will the world
To stop.

Never questioned
Who I am.
I am the whim
That sails the moment,
Taking success and failure
For what it is —
Shades of existence
In the light
Of our ever-setting sun.

Tear-inducing
Burning spasms,
Crawling down
My trachea.
One week in,
And worsening —
Common cold,
How I hate ya.

Morals in descending order,
What you see is what is shown —
Thank goodness we are not exposed
To the depravity they practice
When they are alone.

For two breaths,
The chatter silences —
A hundred eyes follow
Cheese plates clattering,
Shattering,
The brie, debris flying,
Waiters crying out in shock —
Then it picks back up,
The mess
Not theirs to clean.

Woe to you
Is woe to me —
One at heart,
In happiness
Or misery.

Dressing up the garden,
Raising up its walls.
Nurturing the weeds
To achieve a sense
Of normalcy —
Nothing is infallible
After all.

Out now,
Get yours,
Come see —
A limited edition
Once in a lifetime
Get out of
Your working class life
Free card,
With every copy
Of the plastic dream.

The silence of the monotone,
Drowning out the world —
In the heart of the action,
The center of attention,
In the zone,
Unseeing,
Unheard.

For accuracy,
When quoting me,
Please include my
Fucking profanity.

Celebrate idle hands,
Praise be the thinkers. —
The devil's in the details,
After all.

Bridge days between moments,
Breaths lost in time —
I’m wasteful, I'm useless,
Drifting aimless,
But feeling mighty fine.

Gracious fronts with
Poisonous depths —
Converse, smile,
But watch your back.