PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

It’s time for me

to take sick, perverted fantasy

and try to mold it

into some form of art

and we’ll always have

the few, the truly stupid

take it at face value

so it’s always my fault—

all the tragedies of life

I’m the culprit responsible

for all the carnage

I’m the one that tells

the kids to do dope

and have premarital sex

and ignore all traffic signs

I’m the bad influence

I tell you not to listen

to the House of Representatives

Ain’t gonna listen

to the Old presidente

who didn’t inhale

and can’t keep his zipper up

and I’ll be the drunk

and the idiot who just can’t

keep his damn trap shut

and no one will notice

or even care about

all the subtle nuances

and the flow of words

It’s always about the kids

but they’ve found the code

to access the dirty channels

and watch soft core flicks

and just who exactly

are we trying to kid anyway

with our lies and deceit?

It’s just a game

and the kids are used

like weapons in the game

I ain’t sure what exactly

They want to prove

But I’ll toss it down

without regard to consequence

It’s ain’t like I created

the world in which I live

I merely survive

and occasionally thrive

but I don’t want the rap

for someone else’s

failed responsibility

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