I understand this bit of you
(I particularly hate the brain sick too)
I've been around so many wards
Of mewling, lost, head gripping hordes
They are at best the living dead
Forever tucked in their childhood beds
Selfish and terrified, browsing some book
If this was your life, yuck, you'd rather it took!
“All I want is to see him try
To stick to work like you or I”
And therein lies your answer see
Who'd dare dispute “Work Will Set You Free?”
“I earn my sleep...he lays about”
“I bought this house...he lays about”
I've earned who I am! But he's just there
“Enduring” he claims with his little boy stare
“My love is given on my terms”
“My love is such that it must be earned”
“Grand kids!” Snort “A human being!”
“Are you not seeing what I'm seeing?”
Slowly I have learned your mind
It's loathing twitch and sadist's grind
You clap and hoot at life on TV
You're one retort “You don't know me!”
Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 3:46 AM UTC
I understand this bit of you
(I particularly hate the brain sick too)
I've been around so many wards
Of mewling, lost, head gripping hordes
They are at best the living dead
Forever tucked in their childhood beds
Selfish and terrified, browsing some book
If this was your life, yuck, you'd rather it took!
“All I want is to see him try
To stick to work like you or I”
And therein lies your answer see
Who'd dare dispute “Work Will Set You Free?”
“I earn my sleep...he lays about”
“I bought this house...he lays about”
I've earned who I am! But he's just there
“Enduring” he claims with his little boy stare
“My love is given on my terms”
“My love is such that it must be earned”
“Grand kids!” Snort “A human being!”
“Are you not seeing what I'm seeing?”
Slowly I have learned your mind
It's loathing twitch and sadist's grind
You clap and hoot at life on TV
You're one retort “You don't know me!”
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