Dragging, Dazed For Days
I'm not too inspired
by life, I admit
the bigger success is
the wider a target
I become, I have found
so I'll just take my life
easy come, little sound
bigger ripples yet
in the water I break
for I am a wise elder
and the slyest of snake
slithering my way
towards my prey, of no chance
for the serpent strikes quickers
than the flick of your glance
then its simply gone
nowhere to be seen
for I am a black snake
and you are a green
the shade of pure envy
smiles so fake
yet they try to be friendly
No, life is a bore
hear me snore, such a chore
for I have conquered
all over, before
now I just sit here
and daydream for hours
watching a box
full of victims, and cowards
green, as their money
for they're hungry, and ruthless
and in the real world,
their pretending is useless
as the paper that makes us all slaves
losing and fuming, yelling in our caves
its all like, how far, have we really evolved
crowding for drinking, and parking in malls
not even barely above chimpanzee
no, I must tell you,
life is inspired, by me
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2011
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