God gives me tests
By sending me pests
Without a chance to rest
Or equip a bulletproof vest
The idiots around me
Tell me I shouldn’t care
That advice I’m doubting
Because it seems unfair
I don’t want the blank stare
Those same idiots share
On this planet where
Everyone’s scared
Hiding in lairs
God sends the worst
Until I’m about to burst
Feeling cursed
In the steely hearse
Of this universe
They poke and ****
In a barrage
Saying I’m flawed
Based on their laws
Using their claws
I can’t pause
Like their applause
For a malicious cause
Their lives are purposeless
They’re obstacles to navigate
I’ve become a hurtful mess
Trapped in all their hate
They change a chipmunk
Into a nasty miffed skunk
Placed in my swim trunks
These senseless dim stunts
They actually call slam dunks
Though they’re ****** runts
I get so angry
No one can tame me
They just provide training
On aiming
At the blaming
Pests so draining
These tests I fail
Surely as Jesus’ hands were nailed
My heart goes stale
Searching for my white whale
I’m impaled
By my own harpoon
Because guards loom
With a marred broom
Sweeping dark doom
Into my heart’s tomb
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
God gives me tests
By sending me pests
Without a chance to rest
Or equip a bulletproof vest
The idiots around me
Tell me I shouldn’t care
That advice I’m doubting
Because it seems unfair
I don’t want the blank stare
Those same idiots share
On this planet where
Everyone’s scared
Hiding in lairs
God sends the worst
Until I’m about to burst
Feeling cursed
In the steely hearse
Of this universe
They poke and ****
In a barrage
Saying I’m flawed
Based on their laws
Using their claws
I can’t pause
Like their applause
For a malicious cause
Their lives are purposeless
They’re obstacles to navigate
I’ve become a hurtful mess
Trapped in all their hate
They change a chipmunk
Into a nasty miffed skunk
Placed in my swim trunks
These senseless dim stunts
They actually call slam dunks
Though they’re ****** runts
I get so angry
No one can tame me
They just provide training
On aiming
At the blaming
Pests so draining
These tests I fail
Surely as Jesus’ hands were nailed
My heart goes stale
Searching for my white whale
I’m impaled
By my own harpoon
Because guards loom
With a marred broom
Sweeping dark doom
Into my heart’s tomb
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