a slave to the man
all your complaints are filed,
at best
you despise him
yet you smoke his cigarettes.
you attend his suares,
study his written philosophies
buy into his *******
and claim,
you are enemies yet.
you walk with contradiction,
and trot with solemn unification,
that you my friend,
are just a vein in the inter-workings of his vascular system,
one step closer to the heart of it all.

I loved you so much that even when you got away,
I let you go in peace, knowing that another deserves someone as great as you to call her babe.

a curved mark has summed up the existence of myself
but not only of myself but also that of my peers.
it, a winding roller coaster with ample amounts of seats
has harbored both intelligence, common sense, and utter stupidity.
often the end, however rarely seen in it's true identity, the beginning
this glamorous yet disgusting object has claimed the souls
of all, no matter their composition or genetic make-up
when leaving us doomed we are blind to see it's giving nature,
get to move with it, lightweight it travels, but always
waits at home for us. just a dot in time, but
without it. no us, I, we, and most important, them.

You were composed of dark liquor,
I said give me your best shot.
You put me on my bathroom floor,
Now all I want is a six pack and a pretty smile.

I smell the work in his three piece suit,
I see beneath the driver's cap, his hair let loose,
I spot the double knot on his wingtip boots,
I can picture the wooden twig underneath his tooth,
I hear the dusty engine in his shiny new coupe,
But all you take is flash,
Not knowing he used to be just liked you.