sarcasm
I got an idea ...
Well, let's just all walk
on eggshells together
SWaG & THe TRiP DoWN THe RaBBiT'S SHiTHoLe
Lyrics:
"he's such an uppity motherfucker
dripping with douchebaggery
but he's got swag..."
* * *
a collective of offended morons
who share a narrow world view
with every keystroke
prancing along with blinders
to pervert what they see as truth
internet superheroes
hive minded individuals
who see insufferable injustice
in every word uttered
a culture of victimhood found
in every innocuous glance their way
the first world problems of today
magnified by fanatics and sheer idiocy
social justice warriors on their high horse riding on
one way trip down the rabbit's shithole
"it's ok, it's all a fucking safe place"
"the world as it really is and always will be can't hurt your delicate sensabilities here"
"just cover your ears and close your eyes"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
la la la
la-tee-da
la la la
la-tee-do
la la la
this has nothing to do with you
la la la
la-tee-da
la la la
la-tee-do
la la la
but maybe someday you'll piece together the fucking clues
we're the disease
and there can be no justice
as long as our race breathes
we'll always hate
we'll always kill
we'll always subjugate
we always have and always will
THe NaRCiSSiSTiC SeLFie NaTioN
lyrics:
smile and pose
and pose and smile
in your bathroom
at your computer
in your car
with friends
with strangers
or alone
smile and pose
and pose and smile
post
get likes
feel important
share some random cause
to show you stand for something
hashtag it
never gonna act on it
but pat yourself on the back
you deserve it
because you feel good about yourself
smile and pose
and pose and smile
in your bathroom
at your computer
in your car
with friends
with strangers
or alone
smile and pose
and pose and smile
post
get right swipes
feed your ego
comment on the latest tragedy
"thoughts and prayers"
hashtag it
then forget about it
but pat yourself on the back
you deserve it
because you feel good about yourself
so smile and pose
and pose and smile
so smile and pose
and pose and smile
you are the most important you that you know
Writ Of Habeas Corpus
Your Love
123 Iseethat Way
YouLove Me, Everyday 00284
In Propria Persona
In The Insatiable State Of LOVE
County Of Distance
Your Love #1 ) No. U2- R4EACHOTHER
)
vs. ) Petition For A More Tolerant
) LOVE That Will Tame Our
My Love #1 ) Sarcastic Behinds
Petitioner, Your Love, in propria persona, moves this Court to issue
a Writ Of Habeas Corpus releasing Your Love and My Love from any
and all triggers that interfere with the orderly running of this relationship.
Since they met, they have undergone an insatiable relationship
under an extremely difficult situation. Both declaring themselves a little
flakey, bizarre, and utterly senseless more often than not, they hereby admit
that they are now both completely off their rockers.
For the above aforementioned reasons, we ask this court to intervene
and impose a mandatory injunction with kindness, love, understanding a little less sarcasm. Due to extenuating circumstances beyond their control, they are unable to address this matter in any imaginable form of seriousness at the present time.
The petitioner, upon oath, states and verifies that on this 13th day of July, 2013,
that the information contained herein is true and correct, and both parties have agreed to pray they be discharged immediately from the custody and restraints
placed upon their LOVE by undue stress, insanity, aggravation, intolerance,
(a horrible telephone connection) and hope to be back on their rockers ASAP.
With all Due Respect,
Your Love and My Love
In Propria Persona
2013 07/13/2013 8:50 pm ©
...................................
Love Child - A Lesson In Algebra
X is a baby,
X is a child,
X is a sinner,
X has gone wild,
X is a girl,
X is a boy,
X is a bastard,
X is a toy,
X is mischievious,
X is enlightened,
X is the way,
X can be frightened,
X is sarcastic,
X, a delight,
X is the darkness,
X is the light,
X is a woman,
X is a man,
X is resentful, forgiving,
...it can,
X is a mountain,
...a river,
...a sun,
X is the MANY,
X is the ONE,
X is insatiable,
...satisfied, complacent,
X is a variable,
...but can have no replacement,
X is intelligence,
X is deformed,
X can be funny, sad,
...forlorned,
X is quite perfect,
...but also has flaws,
X is a life,
X is a cause,
X is a tear that runs down all our cheeks,
X is resilient,
...and yet,
...x is weak,
X is my daughter,
X is my son,
X=Why?
...when the journey's begun,
X becomes kindness,
...when below is above,
...and all answers refer back to X,
X is LOVE.
Cliche
If it ain't broke don't fix it,
So I guess the system so clean you can lick it,
I'd say that we should stop taking it for ourselves and try mix it,
But If I do I might jinx it
So I guess if I ain't broke don't fix it.
Actions speak louder the words,
But if those actions just follow the herd,
Then cowardly not only becomes the deed but equally so becomes the term,
So if something is necessary do it despite whatever you've heard,
Because actions always speak louder than words
Don't judge a book by its cover,
Don't judge a man by his colour,
Men, If she says no don't touch her,
Ladies he may seem gentle and up being tougher,
So you should never judge a book by its cover.
Just trying to kill time,
I took his life but i really should've just taken mine
If I had a penny for every time someone told me they loved me I wouldn't even have a dime,
So now they put me in a cell and charged me with the crime.
So now I'm just on suicide watch trying to kill time.
Wall of I
There were old walls left standing
in wake of mass collapse.
They held fixtures and railways,
old and aging megaphones,
robbed of speech, impotent,
but symbols that echoed prior voice.
Of few survivors, one aspect crossed
borders to true neutrality
and became lost there for days.
He returned changed and so haggard,
like a cripple lost among desert dunes.
When he would kneel and vomit,
he could expel only muddy water.
And everyone was robbed of words
that were not bathed in metaphor.
All windows fogged, all mirrors obscured;
all means of conveyance and climb
fell into stupid, frantic disuse.
After the air became thicker and dense,
we'd only see ambiguous blurs
to accompany any sort of presence;
any sort of approaching touch.
We'd swipe at them like feral beasts,
lest they rob us, lest they bore us;
lest they attempt to ignore us.
Mr. Briefcase
It’s 7:30 AM at high school and everyone you know is just being one more participant of this intriguing daily phenomenon: the zombie march. Everybody has just left his or her bed and is probably only coming to school due to some kind of inertia. Different types of individuals can be observed and classified according to the urban sub-culture that they seem to belong: there’s the football player, there’s the cheerleader, there’s the nerd, there’s the geek, there’s the punk, there’s the metal-head. But there is also the one and only guy who seems not to fit on any of these classifications, and whose name is not known by any of the students: Mr. Briefcase. No, he’s not a briefcase per se, or… is he? You’ll never know what he’s carrying on this forever-in-hand object. This peculiar individual, rare in his species, has a personality that oscillates in flirting between the nerd stereotype, the geek one and the punk one. His rebel is a yet more rebellious; he stands out by not standing out, in the dawn of life called adolescence. His negligence to be a hormone creature and instead recreate a premature man, ironically describes the subversive nature of the adolescent human being. Where everyone’s ravenous for sexual accomplishment and recognition, he’s not even part of the equation. Where everyone’s a bitch, a jerk, lovely or lonely, his epithet’s an object he has turned his self into. We may think that we are the ones excluding him because of his peculiarity, but the reality is that he’s excluding himself from a bunch of morons and high school lambs. Talking only with teachers: adults, he’s in a social limbo, he will never adjust to the teenage hood, yet, and at least for a couple of years, he’s not an adult. Not being able to fit into two out of four of the mayor classifications of the human lifetime, he decided to become a briefcase: squared, practical, logical, technological, eclectic, ageless, faceless, wordless but not worthless and brown. A briefcase is a rectangular case with a handle for carrying books and documents (wordreference), or a parasite monster that eats our soul and zombifies you remora style. Maybe if you ask him for the time his response will come from the below his hand. Quiet whispers, or loud angry words of social discomfort. Yesterday I talked to Mr. Briefcase… Don’t know anything about him.