Off the Top
off the top of my head i could say alottle bit bout things better left dead
kinda like the travesties the people for the poeple continue to ongo like tennis to from
fro and back an forth as long as we go hand in claw into the damaged land then seemingly
all things fall as planned so i go against the flow by being as different as possible
ino longer wish to buck a system desined to coerce me into submission
just as i cant support a government or hyerarchy that will not could not fathom on how to
support me
but i'll take my licks dished by peers with stick made of a rolling tongue
i'll laugh then cry, shudder and die only to re-birth myself as a creature
of renewed health wealth and state of mind,lessness
because without the hateful parade of all the dismayed i would have no ammunitions for my
decision to no longer trust you or me or any thing else that seems to be real to me off
the top of my head i lust in trusting the world is better off dead
so to this pain and atrocities i theewedd
until something stronger than you or i comes tobe i,ll still be plain jane old me longing
to be free of poeples visions of me or what they think of we
cause no matter what comes or go what you or they say at the end of my day
its not who iam but what they think and so lost in minding others p,s n q,s
they dont notice whats to lose so stand confused point snicker
i,ll be your accused and off the top i could fathom worse fates than laying down
to a bruised ego and i,ll stay calm outside while you stagger away without a soul
for the last time you tighten your grip only to lose your hold
so my thanks to the masses of passives
without you there would be no
me foreveralways v.c.
Copyright © Victor Cook | Year Posted 2005
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