Truth Unkind

Give me something I can scratch

For I need a new itch

Emotions tied with fine white twine

I'm the universe's b***h

Though I've no right at all to whine

For she feeds me well

All plump and primped and bubbly

A tourist in this hell

 

Give me something that can move

For I feel this desire

To light the world ablaze with life

Craven yearning to inspire

But what's my story wihout the strife?

World, I'll seduce you

Bring fire to your apathetic loins

If it's the last I do

 

Give me something I can touch

For naught feels real

Is it the way of the world or way of me,

Forgetting how to feel?

The screen blank, where life should be

Nothing but white noise

Nobody dances like they ought to anymore

With life, the boys

 

Give me something that delivers

Not off of any shelf

Make me see the meaning there

If I look at myself

Ah, my path leads on to nowhere

A lonely little echo

I'm talking to myself again, I know

Rerun of a bad show

 

I'll give you something for the road

Just take it if you will

It's all I've left to give of me, this

Putrid little pill

Poison pens always make more sense

Than platitudes

And to you I owe no recompense

You took my shoes

 

I'm walking away with the knowledge

I know just what it is

Your brainwashed masses really need to hear

Yet, I'll let it whizz

Right by those deafened and deluded ears

For without a mind

Capable of taking in the beauty of honesty

Truth is unkind

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Just a bitter little non-autobiographical flow.

Reviews

[electricsatori]

"Pity this busy monster, manunkind, not." -e.e. cummings
So strange the sentiment of poets echoes over and over from every time since time began and the sleeping masses keep eating the shallow diet of faith and exercise and vices.
I liked it, in case you couldn't tell.

[Leah]

"I'll give you something for the road

Just take it if you will

It's all I've left to give of me, this

Putrid little pill"

the BEST EVER!!! another FAV!