I'm a white, male,
American dreamsicle
who says "****"
way too much
to not be cool.

I read about my father issues
on my mother's face.
I hate things and people
because the news told me to.
Art is ****** and ****** is art;
when Billy killed Sue,
my heart raced.
Do drugs with me
or do none at all;
promise me when we're high
we won't fall.

There are ******* on the street
and the cops are shooting them.
There are ******* kissing
and old, white men are scared.
There are mentally ill people
and they are "seeking attention".
There are women with voices
and old, white men are scared.

I am an American Dreamsicle:
cold, unhealthy, and killing your kids.
You can buy me for 40% off
and I promise to take 60% of your ideals.
I am what my parents don't want me to be
and that is the appeal.
Little do I know, I am every thing you are
and that is my cancer.

She seemed to sing a higher pitch. An unobtainable dream.
Even Aphrodite couldn't utter the destructive words she sang.
Beauty called saying "come and chase me" but grace never runs in a race.

My little world is changing. My irrelevance is showing through.
A different tongue is spoken each day.
Somedays I speak hesitantly, tasting for the candid taste of freedom, only to pull back as the venomous control of others sinks it's rancid teeth into me.
I'll put up a fight but I know that was a finalizing bite.
I've gone from prey to a mere morsel on the plate of a power hungry society.
And just like the others, I'll sink into deaths arms leaving him with nothing left of an old friend but a wilted husk and society can claim they took my last breathe.
A timers been set on my privileges, the decisions I've "made" have been cut into my bone.
Cheating fate is a major heist and I'm still pure, wearing bows in my hair.
Taking a single breathe with a whale ***** corset shrinking on my waist is the optimal sign of having learned grace.
"Take a deep breathe it's all a game", they'll say but how are you suppose to play without a pawn in society's defective game?

Count the miles home.
Where the pain won't cut to the bone.
You'll find love there, some to ******* care.
Trace the steps from my heart, to the last place you've fallen apart.
Kiss goodbye to yesterday's memories of us....
And count the miles.

I can't find the light it's black tonight.
I'm sinking down, breathing in, all the worlds sin.
I've gone too far, fallen too hard. I've hit the ground with a breaking sound.
I'm too drained, I can't handle this pain.
My wings are broken. I can't fly home.
Through all of this I feel so alone.
Save me.
I can't find the light it's too dark out tonight.