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Thursday, April 17, 2014

Sit Down and Shut Up

But if the pain ends, what will they complain about
If bitterness is absolved as well as their sins, what will they fret upon
When all is said and done they needed the sandess as much as they needed the love
For without one to the other who would release the breath
And so it goes that the fools call off, shouting obscenity after obscenity
Because the fucking assholes chose not to give a shit about their little girl, and her untied shoes
Because those bastards sat around pissing on their parade, so damn them for their carelessness
Who in good faith, dear sirs
Who tore her laces in two
It was the fools you are, and the fools you are who let it get this way
And as shadows form to fall you will always blame the light
Never caring to remove the obstacles so that there is only light
You needed something to talk about
Or else you'd have no need for your tongue
Not even for tasting, you just needed it to spew out your bile
Nine out ten times we are doing this to ourselves
Claiming we can not control the eruption as it boils to the surface
When we could have placed a cap on it,
Dissolved it under mountains of misty water
And pinches of morning dew
But we poured out the water and hid it in our shadows
And then claimed we did not know where it'd gone
It was always there, right there attached to our hips
Cutting in like barbed fish hooks through the fatty tissue of our skins
A constanty agony that reminded us that we could have stunted this fire
Instead of feeing it and panicking when it drove the animals away
Made our friends rush off for fear of burning fiercely
So without me who would you have to compare your triumphs
And all of those losses,
without me who could you look down upon
We are cockroaches yet some want to put on hats and shoes
and claim they are men
but only insects are as simple,
Only the simplest beings would think this would make them more
That they can change the world by shouting out slogans
And liking lost causes,
While they relax on their sofas getting high off anything they could find
Surrounding themselves with other world changers
Who won't ever get up to change the garbage
Let alone make a dent in the troubles and woes of the masses
Kiss my ass with your false sainthood,
I'd rather you sit solemnly than pretend to play peace keeper
You give as many shits as they do,
They are just more honest than what you think are two goody-two shoes
Don't forget to laugh
When the rest of the world still is crying.

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