Wednesday, January 27, 2010

It's Easy Being You

oh,
oh no,
it's so easy being you,
if i had a smile
a displacement
like
you
do,
if i had so much joy
so much lack of pain
i'd be happy
like happy with the grain
but i don't want joy
or superficial being
i strive for heart ache
lack of resentment
and ultimate
ultimate
happiness
you wouldn't understand my struggle
at the end of all of the
fake
false
untrue
hallow
beings
a long
alone
struggle ahead
on my own
with no reason
no real purpose
i will reach ultimate
happiness
the girl will be the best
the sex will be unforgiving
the small things will be exposed
and the nights will become radiation
goddamn radiation
that no one can touch
they will burn like bombs
it will flame with fire!
you hear me!
i know you hear me!
the woman who steps into my life
will fade all of you halvers
all of you losers
will burn!
and wish you had brains
like my broad
she will be mine
always mine
and i'll grow old
grey
full of all kinds of hate
and somehow
she'll brake through
and make me laugh
at myself
for being indulged
judgmental
and
cool.
i'll take care of the kids
and write
dark
deep
into the devastating night
she will say
"you are full of shit!"
and i will say,
"hot damn woman, you might be right"
it will be playful
and full
of
that word
that word that all of you
in your twenties
are scared
of.
that word
called
acceptance
that word called love
do you know it?
now no...
but i have it
in me
right now
all i need
is that girl to fill the spot
i expect so much from people
but only because it is true
in the spirit of the word
honestly
communication
fuck
actually
just be nice
nice is all i ask
kindness
is that really hard???
it is
right now
our generation is full of so much shit
so much hate
if a girl
would smile
be somewhat smart
and somewhat happy
with being herself
that would make choosing
the one
to be rightful
to bear my children
correct
there's so much
in this chest
that half of you
don't understand.
i
really
wish
you
saw
it.

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