...yojnE .thgir si tfel dna ylgu si lufituaeb ,yaw etisoppo eht gnihtyreve od ew ,dlroW orraziB nI .sdrawkcab daer nac ouy ,snoitalutargnoc naht siht daer uoy fI .em tub gnihton dna ,em fo lla, me si sihT
I’m selfish, helpless but not helpless as in I’m helpless but helpless as in I’ll help less
But not like the less fortunate but more like the less morbidded who forfeited
‘Cause as the old sane goes, there’s a pot of gold at the end of the rainbows
So in my stained clothes, I’ll walk the trail of old staples till I’m lost & hateful
Hate full of shit & amiss amidst the mist, the myth? Don’t exist like world peace
A wish to hold peace, enlist to hold piece when it’s found in a cold leaf
Apathetic but not like I’m emotionally apathetic
But more like I’m a pathetic ‘cause I’m last to get it, passed aggressive
But it’s not like I’m passed aggression but more like I’m passive aggressive
Masking the pensive as the masses condenses & asks the questions of who has the blessings?
See, I’m selfish but not like I’m self less but more like one day I’ll know what self is
The investments of lessons, the best fit is always government tested
Damn, I think I need help! But it’s okay see I got the recipe for all the sorrow
My shadow gets the best of me the rest of me is for a brighter tomorrow
An offering to the sun as I slow dance with a lit wick bomb but its official
See I never could dance, unless I was brought a couple of issues
Insomniac, listening to his kitchen sink tell his faucet “I’ll tap that” & you know what?
I’ll tap that with a bad back over a laugh track see I ain’t above or passed that!
Reaping what these hands sow, someone tell these seedlings that this landlord is an ***hole!
Needing his sample & fleeing from his damned soul but knot from the lasso!
Someone call Wonder Woman ‘cause I’m more than strange in a morbid way
And its sorta lame living life for my Lois Lane but you’ll get no complaints
‘Cause everyone needs a villain in their story, please allow me to be yours
What’s Sherlock without Moriarty, Superman without Lex? I think I’m on the right course
And of course, having my heart beat me up so I use my muscle tissue to wipe my eyes
On those nights I cry but Christ, I try, tell Christ I try! To Heaven’s heights I fly
With the intent of giving them the failed tunes of Hell’s blues watching as the trail loops
Building my castle out of Lego while telling my folks how I’ll fly their coop
Killing my notebook, watch me leave the scene of the crime with ink stained hands
I think I saved man see I brought em back from the brink of my maimed bed, maimed pen
‘Cause I’m not a bad person; I’m just a nice guy who finds himself in bad situations
Ditching patience till I sift through faces to find the right one to give my graces
Kiss the pavement! And chew some gravel, the graffiti on the wall read “I Love You”
But the love songs sound sweeter in the sunshine & I know enough to
Enough to grab a sweater & the recipe for a brighter tomorrow
See it’s simple, simply act like Superman till they call me Bizarro
For getting this far I feel you deserve some sort of reward. Sadly, I'm not able to compensate every person who reads this. So here's what I'll do, I shall reveal what the blurb before the poem says and hope we're even: This is me, all of me, and nothing but me. If you read this than congratulations, you can read backwards. In Bizarro World, we do everything the opposite way, beautiful is ugly and left is right. Enjoy...
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