The Way
"THE WAY"
I have refused the whores in
my life and the rules of
those that fell into my timeline.
from birth to this very moment I write.
I must say though; the beer
has kept me comfort and for
that I am grateful.
the word has kept me alive
and insane at the same time
and for that I am in love.
the afternoons don’t hold
value, the only reality
inside is that night will
fall soon and I will scream
on paper.
some call this foolish and
wasted talent, others call it
true therapy.
to me, it is whatever you
want it to be.
no woman or whore has given
me what the word has and at
best, it remains there
with no bull-!@#$.
across the windows of every
room I have been in, across
every bed I have slept in,
the world continues its run
to knock me out in the first
round.
this of course has been
through the whores of my
choice but oh how fun those
nights of filth were.
my mentor said:
“everything you own must be
able to fit inside one
suitcase; then your mind will
be free.”
if I had been born with these
instructions at birth, things
would have been a lot easier.
still though, within my
razors, my toilet paper, my
cigarettes and beer, my
fingers grab a hold of
everything that has slipped
away.
everything will reveal itself
in time.
everything will reveal itself
just as true as a whore
standing before me in a
flowered dress eating in a
kitchen.
By: Chicano Eddie
6152017
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2017
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