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Tommy Randell Dec 2019
A forlorn commitment to Love the hopeless, he professed.
A bored genius for conversation on buses, nonetheless.
A lazy prowess for ******* over wine, he confessed.

An active disregard for the niceties of manners, he admitted.
An inexhaustible hunger for the laughter of women, even addicted.
An total infatuation with being on time, he submitted.

The delicate moment before saying... No. Good riddance.
The lonely ****** of telling someone... Just Go. Pure insistence.
The immense satisfaction of asking... So..? Without quittance.

When everything is expected, accepted and not referred to.
When payment is not questioned or one doesn't even care if it's True.
When one is singular in particular, never one of ANY few.

Then one is Posh, one is spreading the the Word - he averred.
Then one is not messing or guessing, one has matured - he assured.
Then commendably, one genuinely, never, doesn't ever give a ****!
Not so many Posh Nicks around these days...
The world doesn't owe you a **** thing. Hard work doesn't entitle you to a better life, neither does lineage, money or otherwise.

You aren't entitled to ANYthing.
Some people get more than they "deserve".
Other people get less.

"Deserving" is a manufactured concept to allow us to pity ourselves when we acquire less of a good thing or more of a bad thing than we expected.

When something bad happens to you, you didn't deserve it.
When something amazing happens to you, you didn't deserve it.

Our very existence is a gift, and saying we deserve anything more than to be alive is purely arrogant. Be thankful for every drop of water, every grain of sand, and every speck of dust you have because one day, you may not have those anymore. So cherish the ones who you love, because one day, they may no longer be there either.
Rickey Spence Sep 2019
8/27/19

Somehow I had it figured out that
If I made it as miserable for you
As it was for me
That then I would have happiness

I stepped into the scene
Chaos in the air as
I prepared to do the deed
Metaphorically raising the axe

But then I looked into your eyes
And saw a piece of myself
How could I let that happen
To another scared soul like me?

Jealousy runs love away from me
It’s hard to want the best for others
But if I knew what I wanted
Isn’t it also what they need?

Do unto others as you
Would have them do unto you
Why does that sound so easy?
Because all I want is a friend

Truth is, I’ve learned so much
But I learned the hardest way possible
I’d rather keep it all to myself
And watch you struggle like I did

Though it makes me feel better
It can only last so long
And it always ends with everyone
Hating me as if I had swung that axe.
Jae Jan 2019
Who do you think you are
Your behavior I cannot ignore
The way you act disgusts me
You are rotten to your core

Who do you think you are
To say that I’m the one with an attitude
You talk about me as if I’m not there
I for one think you are quite rude

Who do you think you are
You’re not cool, but quite a bore
How could you feel entitled
To something you did not pay for

Who do you think you are
To try and dictate where I sit
If you really owned where I placed my rear end
I would see your name on it

Who do you think you are
To say I behave with no class
You say I will never find love
As if anyone would want to deal with your tired @$$

Who do you think you are
To turn someone else’s blue sky dark
If you ever told me to get up from where I sat
I would pull a Rosa Parks

Who do you think you are
To say you’ll let my reactions slide
You had better keep doing just that
Try something and I’ll have your hide

I think I ought to let you know
I’m not like any other girl you’ve met
If I were you I’d start shutting my mouth
Because you do not know crazy yet
Yanamari Dec 2018
And so you deny our pain.
Our struggle
In vain?
Yes, thank you for your input;
Just another voice
In the body of the miser,
In the sea of misery...

And in your voice as you speak,
Is the lack of resonance and luster;
Of a voice that utters merely
What it seeks.
Lay down those baseless words
And let them rebound off of the
Words that resound
And leave you ashamed and meek.

Unfeeling you are in your entity
Unseeing you are in your memory
And if I was to be asked of you,
I'd return the favour;
Sans memory of your entity.

You never see us drowning,
So why should you see us succeeding.
Could've been more poetic but eh
adept Jun 2018
i found that i am not entitled
to those who care for me most.
mainly because my heart
is incapable of returning the favor.
i try, believe it or not.
Rainy nights thinking about Rwanda,
fog seeps out of the woods.
Like smoke, it crawls across the fields.
My head lights attempt to cut through it,
as it intensifies, inhibiting my drive,
but it’s nothing compared to Rwanda.

I arrive at the Mobil,
wait five minutes for the cashier to notice I’m here.
When she does, she hobbles over.
I attempt to buy a pack of backwoods,
my card gets declined,
but it’s nothing compared to Rwanda.

I get in my car,
and have a fit when I can’t find my keys,
but it’s nothing compared to Rwanda.

I begin to drive,
get cut off and curse fellow man,
but it’s nothing compared to Rwanda.

I ***** and I moan,
an entitled little ****,
but I’m alive,


which many can’t say after Rwanda.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio

I wrote this after watching Hotel Rwanda one night. The title comes from the idea that a motel is a lesser version of a hotel, and my problems are much lesser than the people of Rwandas are, along with many others who experience such brutal violence. Let me know what you think, and if the title works. Thanks!
Idiosyncrasy Mar 2018
There's no denying
It true
The best thing, my everything
It's you

I'm just happy to get a chance
To say the things I want to say
I'm happy to get a chance
To see you slumber, in my arms you lay

With all the things in this world that I could have
I just can't believe that someone like me could be entitled to your love
M.
Dawn Dec 2016
i wonder
why we feel
a sense
of entitlement
for things
      or even for people
we don't even want.
I wonder why we feel hurt whenever we realize that we can't have things that we don't even want.
NeroameeAlucard Jun 2016
You, know I've given this some thought
and these following words come straight out of my heart.

Entitled.

That's everyone's favorite word to describe everyone my age
They seem to look at us with disdain, and in some cases blatant rage
But I gave it a day to simmer over
And you know what?
We are entitled. All of us are.
We're entitled to a world we didn't Choke to death with coal, fracking, poisoned water and cars.
We're entitled to an age when you don't get arrested and incarcerated for token up with some friends and blazing, or for protecting our loved ones ending up behind bars

You're right, we're entitled to an Era when you don't have to carry debt to the grave to pay off a 4 year investment
And a world where we can love and live as who we want, without judgement,
Now, I know put of shape while you read or hear this you might get bent.

Entitled.

You're right, but not in the way that you think
Because you've thrown everything at us but the proverbial kitchen sink.
But we're still here, and not going away.
Call us entitled all you want, but we're taking that word back today.
A manifesto for the youth
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