I want to cry in a scarlet robe
A vestment of my own demise
I want to trickle into tears
My soul drip out right through my eyes
To empty out into the streets
This body that was never grand
And flow away with dirty rain
And stain the mother earth and land
An uneventful, empty death
A toast to all my useless life
The sting of nothingness quite felt
For nothing wields a lonely knife
Goodbyes bygones from other days
I was a lie that came and went
When life and death were cards to cheat
And not dull guests at the main event
Plagiarism of worthless ideals,
That you so ignorantly hold high.
Shaking in amazement,
How can you call your self alive?
Totalitarian, lethargic lifestyle.
Ignominious displays of disaffection.
Out of your mind.
Caught up in the clouds,
Cognition of mania and level debauched.
Up to high to realize, an “open mind” with locked doors.
Maslow, Skinner, and Darwin alike, turn in their graves,
Over your lack of evolution.
You have no idea
How cheap art is nowadays.
There is just
Tons and tons and tons of it out there.
Someone will sell it to you
For a dime
Just to get it
Out of his closet.
You thought I was spoiling with you,
But what I gave you
Has very little monetary value.
The only value it has
Is in MEANING you give it.
If you UNDERSTAND it,
And I suppose,
I am too.