Wednesday, November 11, 2009

At the End of Your Reins

at the end
the end of your day
it's not about scoring the hottest girl
sticking your nose into that scrumptious flesh
and making someone moan
or about doing a good job at work
having your boss pat your back and say, "hey! you're not expendable..."
when you've sacrificed so much of outside life, work bleeds into your veins
missing chances and opportunities to catch up on those reports
and those other nonsense things they make you do, to fill that hole in you
at the end
the end of your day
it's not about winning or losing
because in order to win, you must crush a lesser human
and to lose...
hey..
what the fuck?
who likes to lose?
no one
because at the end
you'll be a memory
they'll have a goofy stupid funeral and people will cry
talk about how fucking great and awesome you were
giving you that virtual blow job in the sky (or underground) that you can't feel
you can't harness
energy thats pretty much wasted on a corpse
some laughing, some crying, lots of heavy drinking, mourning...
all that shit that comes with demise
but let us not talk of death!
let us talk of liberty!
at the end of your day,
the most important thing
is not to apologize
because you should never put yourself in a position
where you bite your lower lip until it bleeds
but if you do
and you will
you have to pick up your skirt, grab your balls, and make things right
somehow
even though you don't get the girl
you have to be true to yourself
because in the end
you must lay in bed
starring at that blank ceiling
with no one to judge you but yourself
and yes
yes
there must be some decisions made
bad
good
whatever
you've got to come ahead in humanity
in order to become comfortable with your core misery
because that's what happiness, positivity, optimism, desire and love are
knowing that you are broken
but overlooking that
and doing what is correct
not in your eyes
or the eyes of everyone else
but in the eyes of that great laughing fuck in the sky
which in turn
is the eyes that are imbedded in your heart
because you've only got so many beats
make each one count
 


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