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I drink backwards they'd said,
unkempt hair with unkempt smile gleaming beautiful
that's right I'm beautiful because of my attempt to be more
than what the word expects.
So I decided from that moment on
to stop lying in poems,
stop fabricating stories of self worth illuminated by the twinkles in their eyes.
I decided to adopt my voice in poetry never being ashamed to be honest again,
Whether drinking from the cup of life backwards or revealing the truth in lies
I decided to be afraid of only oblivion regarding my views,
giving even that bitch a guaranteed run for her money.
Dead set in releasing my load upon the world, without inhibition or regard for judgment, nor down trodden looks
because let's be honest, she'd give 'em to me anyways
So I've decided that hiding my voice, my words, my burlesque song
from pretnding virginal ears only binds my bowels causing the vomitious bullshit to spew from my lips,
And my tongue hasn't yet accustomed to the taste of bullshit residue,
so
I'll leave that to the love talkers.
Since as far as I'm concerned love = bullshit anyways
Ultimately concluding that I will never box my lips nor censor my words through down ward glances again.
because really who can judge?,
and why the fuck do I care?
Since the man-lamb has not yet come secondly
wearing run-down Adidas and caring his cardboard house.
Hair riddled with mange and memories of happier days in paradise, before a father decided that he would no longer speak to him unless he sacrificed all he was being instructed to.
Aimlessly walking the streets to find examples of love that extend past the physical, destined to burn us all for such selfish natures.
So judge on judge all, smirk, frown, cuss, when I speak since we're all gonna burn anyway your judgment doesn't mean shit
unkempt hair with unkempt smile gleaming beautiful
that's right I'm beautiful because of my attempt to be more
than what the word expects.
So I decided from that moment on
to stop lying in poems,
stop fabricating stories of self worth illuminated by the twinkles in their eyes.
I decided to adopt my voice in poetry never being ashamed to be honest again,
Whether drinking from the cup of life backwards or revealing the truth in lies
I decided to be afraid of only oblivion regarding my views,
giving even that bitch a guaranteed run for her money.
Dead set in releasing my load upon the world, without inhibition or regard for judgment, nor down trodden looks
because let's be honest, she'd give 'em to me anyways
So I've decided that hiding my voice, my words, my burlesque song
from pretnding virginal ears only binds my bowels causing the vomitious bullshit to spew from my lips,
And my tongue hasn't yet accustomed to the taste of bullshit residue,
so
I'll leave that to the love talkers.
Since as far as I'm concerned love = bullshit anyways
Ultimately concluding that I will never box my lips nor censor my words through down ward glances again.
because really who can judge?,
and why the fuck do I care?
Since the man-lamb has not yet come secondly
wearing run-down Adidas and caring his cardboard house.
Hair riddled with mange and memories of happier days in paradise, before a father decided that he would no longer speak to him unless he sacrificed all he was being instructed to.
Aimlessly walking the streets to find examples of love that extend past the physical, destined to burn us all for such selfish natures.
So judge on judge all, smirk, frown, cuss, when I speak since we're all gonna burn anyway your judgment doesn't mean shit