Dear Man Lee,
So this is how it’s supposed to go:
I eat the fruit of the seeds I sow,
And permit the weeds to grow and grow.
But can’t I take a moment to trim
All the excess fat and stretched out skin
Of the extra leaves hung on the limbs?
Can’t you see that I love my garden?
That I worked so damn fucking hard in?
Excuse my French I didn’t mean it.
So you see there’s just isn’t room
For a baby in this garden’s womb
Doomed to unnatural growth and acrid fume.
So its not that I don’t desire
To feed and care for my young flower,
I just forget, but not due to ire.
All of the world’s love I give to thee
Just don’t expect anymore from me.
When you can call yourself a man
In every essence of the word
Then you can step me
Not just a being that has a piece of meat hanging between their legs
I mean a real man
Provider. Care taker. Gentleman. Head of the house hold type of man
The kind of man that has a strong head on his shoulders
And a soft heart in his chest
Im gona take care of my kids
And make sure my woman is happy sort if man
Im gona be there for you
And Ive got your back type of man
But if you arent that type of man
Then please sweetie oh please
Stay the hell away from me
He has told you, o man. What is true
And what has the Lord require of you
Not to bow to wooden statues,
But to give praise where praise is due.
Show me, o man. What is good
What's better than the Christian worldview,
If the world could view a life of a man like Christ's eyes would do.
Is to live forever better than to reincarnate?
Is to be forgiven of sins better than to live as a cow, a jackal, several lives until you become the whole zoo until all your transgressions you could pay?
The audacity, o man. To be able to doubt
The very air we can't breathe without
Is to where we get the right.
To question the freedom given by Who fought the good fight.
How dare you, o man. To look for the Omnipresent amidst the presence of evil in life.
Rather than to ask where does it come from, the very consistent evil inside.
For God created you, o man.
A fine, unique, intricate work of art.
Yet you burn daylight, tweeting about how awful this world became where in fact it is an issue of the heart.
I beg of you, o man. Not to wait until you are so called "worthy" to be forgiven.
For wickedness will only be increasing,
Without a God whose forgiveness is anything but depleting.
In the path of life, o man. The wicked will be corrected by the rod.
Through the fall and whimsy and everything odd.
He asked you, o man only to commit justice and to walk humbly with your God.
It's not you,
No, really it's my daddy,
whom I'll never see.
But seek anyways.
Long and painful, are my days.
Thanks for putting up,
with my little girl ways.
I must go now,
find love's destiny
in hopes I'll reach he
the sperm donor,
who wasn't man enough
to stick around for me.
I'm eaten up by everything that gathers on my skin
The taste becomes familiar just before it settles in
And as my concentration goes from weak to weaker still
I foot the path ahead of me but cannot find the will
To be another passerby to everything I see
Avoid the one who made it near impossible to leave
Undress me with your subtleties before I walk away
Before I tell you all the things you never thought I'd say
My lips are moving faster than my body ever could
A race upon the bone along the back of where I stood
my heads about to explode
should i cock the gun and unload
oh its to late now
im stuck wondering how
why did you do this to me
it was you i wanted couldn't you see
but now it will never be
just wait you'll read about me
the look on your face now i will never see
so i look back and remissness
will i be the one to really miss
i think who am i leaving behind
friends family ya there on my mind
its crazy the things people do
oh wait i got a texts that's coming threw
it reads "it was all just a joke my bad"
now i think well i bet your glad
im passing the 12th floor with a frown
as im looking over the town
quicker and quicker i start to loses my breath
damn now im sentenced to death
all i could do is scream and shout
i just wish i could get out
counting the floors 7, 6, 5, 4
fuck just 3 more
i wish i could restart this whole day
and just listen to what you all had to say