You dont need no friends
all they will do is hurt you
let them all go, why hold them up?
the family are so far behind,
they will never understand
we are so alone, in this life,
women want what you can give
i wont trade money for sex
or even a bit of attention
or a commitment of ownership
a culture of prostitution...
The poor people steal from you
the rich will rape you
not selling my rear for interest..
and the middle are just stupid
addicted to the drugs, the propaganda
I am the artist, the expressionist, the prophet,
alone, with one mission,
where are my pleasures?
cursed to teach this selfish culture
pathetic humans, suffering
too stupid to give anything
complaining, whining, frustrated,
They are about to destroy themselves
a collective suicide of selfishness
The other immortals tell me to have hope,
to love them, to teach them,
They arent my friends, so busy
teaching, and giving to the vampires.
The christians love war and murder of others
They worship, punishment, hatred, and money
the buddhists wont stand up for themselves and fight,
the middle road is lost.
The muslims are too busy oppressing women
and praying for heaven
The jews know nothing of love, only greed
They tell me i should feel special
i have so much to teach and give,
Jesus taught them forgiveness
helping the poor, loving all people
they crucified him!
The afterlife is so wonderful, they say,
if you teach love and forgiveness.
I am in this life now,
and all i find is tricksters, liers and decievers
I am tired of being alone,
The body is male, and only half of itself.
addiction to female energy
no control, clairvoyance gone
the suicidal idiots have something right
I am cursed to sit here and learn compassion,
patience, how to inspire them
teach them to love, and give to others,
all in the hope that they wont destroy themselves
Why cant i give up on hope?
they are pathetic, i am tired,
of the abuse, and anger, i evoke.
They hate me, unless i pretend,
smile the big smile,
and pat them on their back for selfishness.
They love you then,
I do not worship their god, of self-worship.
I wish i could, maybe i would be rich.
living off of the blood, sweat and tears of others
how nice that would be, to relax, no responsibilty
to give or love anyone except my family.
I am sure i will feel better tomorrow
Copyright © Michael Harman