Rock this boat with your weight,
sink us to the ocean ground,
the emotional baggage was too much,
we took on one to many pounds.
So as we sink down let us remember,
how we were so light once,
flying through the sky,
now I am your dunce,
and we say goodbye.
But while you continue to sink I must let go,
like that cheesy moment with Leo DiCaprio.
Because this isn't the titanic,
we were not as beautifully indestructible,
so no need to panic,
this should have been predictable.

You are clouds of mustard gas,
and I just released an exasperated gasp,
fill my lungs with this air,
choke me as if you don't care.
Now I'm dead, on the floor,
you dissipate and I see you know more.
Is this how it ends with a death like this?
I've wet myself and the room smells like ****.
When they find me it will be a sight to see,
laying on the floor,
no where to flee,
but I do not care anymore,
as my soul is gone from me.
So let us realize how I died,
because of the things I spied,
your love choking my lungs,
when I saw you swapping tongues.
But now, it is not my place to think,
instead I remember your every kink,
and despite my cold dead body causing a stink,
you still find a way to crush my soul,
as it tries to leave the room,
you block every escape,
making this my tomb,
you *****, you *****, you snake,
can you not see everything you take?
I am lifeless, dead and gone,
blown up from your bomb,
but now it's done and you move on,
but I am dead from your con.
So I move on.

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

Alexander the Great is dead,
so is Ghandi,
Napoleon,
JFK,
and a good few other... billion.
I will die too someday,
hopefully not tomorrow,
hopefully not today
But... maybe.
We are not gods,
But we like to act it,
rulers and slaves,
all eat, sleep, die and ****.
In all of our glory,
we are all the same,
hoping someone will retell our story,
and that it is not too lame.
But in the end,
whether we die or end up in some eighth grade history book,
we die,
and worms eat us,
like animals... no, not like,
Are.

These spirits that live inside my head,
living in the sewers,
appearing like the dead.
The spirits that live inside the desert,
transparent at best,
trying to make me revert.
These spirits which follow me everywhere I go,
but you keep them away,
melting them like snow.
With a few words and some faith you protect me,
keep them unseen,
protecting me from the obscene.
With a bit of love you watch my heart,
keep me whole,
and help me restart.

Speak,
as if you know what you are saying.
Let it roll off the tongue,
******* like a Dung-beetle's ****,
and let me drink it up like a lapdog.
It tastes like heaven from where I sit,
not by comparison,
but lack of.

You walk away as I stand staring,
and I feel a pain which I am not accustomed to.
finally I turn around to never look back,
I see you turn, but I do not see you.