Everyone complains about the "system",
how it is rigged, manipulated and controlled.
But they do not take a moment to listen,
or to take a moment and break the mold.
Work out and do not eat those fries,
then you will say goodbye to those thighs.
Work hard, work long, and get the paycheck,
take a chance and stick out your neck.
Become what you despise,
or stand and rise.
Because you can lie down and die,
and let them walk on you,
curl up and cry,
and let your whole life turn blue.
But your failure is your own fault,
not the systems,
you were not locked in a vault.
You have been duped,
or you are duping,
So stop singing the song the dupees sing.
Updated from my tablet which my white upper class parents bought me to prepare for my pre_paid college*
Ignore the itch you can't scratch deep in the palm of your hand.
Ignore the morning alarms, just sleep right through them.
Ignore the sound of the coffee bubbling over, let it spill.
Ignore the toothpaste stain on your new shirt.
Ignore the voicemail notification, who listens to them anyway?
Ignore the mailman at the mailbox, he didn't really say hello.
Ignore the stare of the drunk man in your lobby.
Ignore the morning brigade of children running behind you.
Ignore the damage your heels are doing to your feet.
Ignore the whistle from the man half your height.
Ignore the traffic light, the cars are going the other way.
Ignore the loud honk from the trucker as he speeds off.
Ignore the liquor store, and the desire to take a shot.
Ignore the "Baby let me talk to you," from the thug wannabe.
Ignore the text message, don't let them know you have a phone number.
Ignore the cigarette smoke invading your lungs.
Ignore the baby boy getting slapped by his mother.
Ignore the bakery with the tres leches cake you like.
Ignore the bank, you're probably broke.
Ignore the homeless woman, she just wants to buy drugs.
Ignore the Facebook notification, just another ALS challenge.
Ignore the time, you're at work early.
Ignore the habits, listen to your conscience and speak loudly and clearly.
You are so much more than ignorant.
Your a wraith, a ghost dedicated to a dying faith, like a mistake, you used life for your needs and gave only to take, as a friend you offered lessons in hate but reeked of an essence that only you could create, ignorance, selfish religious babble for instance, attacking the ideals of others with a dagger between your teeth while preaching against the dangers of he who lies beneath, dont confuse evil for pain, try to experience pleasure from the searing rain that hisses off your hatred, if you can't then I'm sorry my friend, but you've already gone insane
my condolences go out to the man
who gets everything he always wanted
ignorance is bliss is more than just a catchy phrase
the man whose every wish comes true
has to live with the knowledge
having never feels as good as wanting
while the man who has naught but his desire
will be left blissfully ignorant everyday
with hope left over for tomorrow
People are getting shot for opening their mouths
Children are starving all over the world
Men are sleeping in the streets, cold and alone
Women are working two jobs and can't make enough for her kids
Men are working 80 hour work weeks and sending them home
A thousand miles away
And laying in a bedroll
With only photos and phone calls to keep them up
Because that's the only choice they have
But I guess you're worse off, aren't you?
You didn't have your coffee this morning
You didn't sleep well in your queen-sized mattress
Your classes are too hard
Your job is too demanding
Your girl is mad
Your guy doesn't care
But you have open doors you haven't even bothered to look into
You sad, sorry sack of shit.