Hard to explain

A Story by joe

Man can only stay stagnant till his now mutilated body tires of endeavor, forcing him to move,

What do you mean? Only those who have relished in the joys of sloth can possibly understand this.

It’s hard to get out from the city of sin, escape from the squalid surroundings that swims with degenerate criminals,

Escape from the city of sin filled with pretense and bigots who roam the grounds with vituperative words when I walk too busy with sedulous thoughts to someday inculcate random strangers and not become refulgent to my family name; this is since: I walk with no name brand, to laugh at cheap jokes, parry honest questions, and answer with prevaricate words,

Dreams to make acquaintance with people not of this demotic world

Have friends with the readiness to believe. It seems everywhere I go temptations seem to be eagerly present with no good intentions but to pervert my mind.

No matter how hard I kick or how hard I swing my arms I can’t stop myself from drowning, in this cess pool, maybe it’s all just to feign acquiesce so I can say I did try.

To criticize and complain about the disgust I roam with and to pardon myself of the repulsive acts I will later regret with no one to blame but the wicked arts of deceitful men, such, as myself.

It’s okay if you don’t understand this, it’s just a matter of expression but every now and then it’ll be a means of progression. A dose of tunes that moves your soul through worlds incomprehensible to your mind, and shakes your body through space and time.

So just let me pick your mind, tickle your ear, so we can vibrate, sing, move, and dance like primates. Rebellious to the rules and act too cool for our own good like sun dazed pirates on a cherry tree.