let me take out the damn trash already
I don't care about forms for poems and such. But I just felt the needed to write down random things. Ugh.
Hypocrisy.
Looked upon as the miscreant, the selfish one, I decided--
Pull strings, forget grudges, take a step back
just to get slapped by disgusting words of ingratitude.
You can lend me your wallet, drive me to the moon,
offer me matarialistic favors, scream flattery--
Boondoggle.
But all I'll ever feel is unnecessary conflict, indifference,
grumble, puff, "help!"
And those goddamn euphemisms.
So take your oh-so-problematic life, stuff it with your ignorance, spit in your denial
and pack your bags; don't forget to put on your facade.
Roam through the narrow-winding path of your kind, travel
through the exterior outlook, embrace the shallow grounds,
only to find that you'll end up nowhere
but in your bubble,
Ms. Decadence.
Hypocrisy.
Looked upon as the miscreant, the selfish one, I decided--
Pull strings, forget grudges, take a step back
just to get slapped by disgusting words of ingratitude.
You can lend me your wallet, drive me to the moon,
offer me matarialistic favors, scream flattery--
Boondoggle.
But all I'll ever feel is unnecessary conflict, indifference,
grumble, puff, "help!"
And those goddamn euphemisms.
So take your oh-so-problematic life, stuff it with your ignorance, spit in your denial
and pack your bags; don't forget to put on your facade.
Roam through the narrow-winding path of your kind, travel
through the exterior outlook, embrace the shallow grounds,
only to find that you'll end up nowhere
but in your bubble,
Ms. Decadence.