We gather them,

These stolen moments,
These orphaned seconds,
These lost dark minutes.

Stateless, Unattached,
These refugee clicks
With no form or voice
Do not belong here.

We pile them up,

These off cuts of time,
These shards of passing,
This swarf of tempo.

Shreds of interval
And dislocation
With no named event
To give them title.

And with our small words we bind them,
A suture in the wounded day,
To make a tiny poem of the scars.

Why attempt to claim the moral high ground
When your pathetic argument holds no sway
Why march to war with the rebel bound
In the uncommon disposition of yesterday
Why hold pretentious personality
When acceptance is based on adaptation
A pyramid scheme brings fatality
To your pseudo-martyr nation
Unwarranted non cooperation
With the voices of the future
Speak without brainwashed sedation
And unravel your poisoned sutures
Your self proclaimed image of authority
Is unwanted within the confines of freedom
You back a mentality of all encompassing conformities
When the generation of today can't see them
Your hubris lacks the willingness to act
Yet you call yourself Ole-Times-Hardened
And the simple depressing fact
Is that your ignorance cannot be pardoned
Leave while you hold a handful of passion
Before it is lost in the folds of time
Because dignity with age is not everlasting
You are but another one track mind
Whether or not you care to move forward
The world turns on an invisible axis
There is always a new world order
And living life requires emotional taxes
So be willing to express and voice opinions wholly
But like many lost souls before you say
Wander unknown territories carefully
Because the past is lost with today

Ooh, darling, darling, don't go in there
If you get lost, it's not up to me to care
I tried to warn you, you weren't being fair
So I beat your skin and I pulled your hair

I am your monster and you can't get away
Accept the torrential downpour of hate
Without me you wouldn't be here today
This is your destiny, end goal and fate

Feel my fists come down on your thighs
Feel the trickle of tears in your eyes
Cower beneath my masculine size
I won't stop hitting until I hear no more cries

Bam

Bam

Bam

Oh the pain of harbored anger
The **** of an innocent mind
The frailty of a hated body
**** me here, **** me there
**** me anywhere

I still carry this scar