Ugly Little People
What do you think this means, son
it means your a no one
just another from the gutter
who wants to smother me
to get his rocks off
and so it goes on
I guess its so, huh?
I guess I am just so cool
everyone just wants to know one
thing, and I don't care
(he's way beyond whats going on here)
its all dark and gloomy outside
might as well weather into silence
ain't noboy got no time for violence
it rarely touches me
words that seldom hurt
like a car accident, suddenly
a barrier, and an exit
when I don't like it here, except
for the rare true kindness
that still makes me cry
and its my own beauty
that reminds me I'm human
even if my soul is no
longer in tact for the devil to tow
and his little satans
prodding me, like a cow
not reacting, for now I know,
the wisdom and skill
inside me grows
like the sickness in your
little ugly person shell
like the many hopeless
headed to hell
welcome to my spiritual playground
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
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