This anger that I
Continue to display
Is the dross
Being forged away
From the state of alkali
Into a tool of toxicity
Avant garde of broken dreams
It seems every thing I
want
Is so heavily laden
And inundated with things
I dont need
Yolked up with fools
Cloaked as frienemies
Who pretend to be
In awe just to be associates
Semper fidelis....semper gratus?
Naw disrespectful mooches.
I have yet to see them
Recompense a single thing
Professional victims!
you would think I would learn
Each time I get burnt
They glean every dime I have earnt
In return , i become the merchant of their burdens
For me to carry
Trudging forward with great  difficulty
Collectively shackles pinching ,
pulling my face to the ground
I look back ...they are lieing
down
Clowns laying on my magic carpet
The sound of a thousand voices saying
Hey! What about me?
Ive givin all I could
If I had more to give I probably would
Yet is that not enough i catch them thieving
Lock down  i get them socked in
Im goin in to beat the brakes off em!
But wait theres' more
They bring to the plate some kind of clemency
Aint capitulation great?
The weight is bringing me to my knees
And in grief is like currency represented by these
Crows feet you can read like a receipt
Showing the cost
Of living in the acidity of a recent love lost