Mirth
Living in this chrome,
I’m not free to roam,
Blistering hot,
Stuck in one damn spot.
All the world’s a stage,
Well mines more of a cage,
Nothing is for real,
Sunburn starts to peel.
Superficial vice,
Uncommonly nice,
Living day by day,
Sinning ‘long the way.
Whatever do you mean,
By ‘all I haven’t seen,’
All this is a game,
So you won’t curse my name.
Ironic and sublime,
Vicious pantomime,
Taking this for granted,
It’s all I ever wanted.
Bleeding in the dark,
Longing for the spark,
Wishing for new life,
And getting lost in strife.
Pretentious is the one,
Who claims it’s all been done,
For I will show you all,
What it’s like after the fall.
I won’t play so fair,
And won’t get out your hair,
With my nails in so deep,
That even statues weep.
But there is hope for some,
while others will not come,
to sit on bended knee,
and laugh with vile glee.
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