The smoke licks my fingertips
as I light the cigar
a fix of nicotine on a bad day
a way to keep the bad thoughts at bay
A long pull fills my mouth
with a bitter taste of artificial grape
A low for me I guess you could call it
A hypocrite I guess you could call me
i am a hypocrite
for a long time i wanted that word tattooed
somewhere on my body and i still do,
i cherish my ability to value the
wellbeing of others above my own…
that’s not why i do it
but that’s how it seems, isn’t it?
doesn’t my own lack of motivation
seem so **** selfless?
hypocrites only run into trouble
when they make it obvious.
for some reason, not heading your
own advice makes people very
upset with you.
i do it because
when the fall leaves break
off the trees and there’s
crimson on the sidewalk,
crimson dripping from the palms
of our hands…
well, the winner would be
whoever threw the first punch.
The reason I don't like you,
let me put it into words.
You're a prat, a drain and a hypocrite,
a ****** characterless ****.
You talk, you talk, you ******* talk
But you never say a thing.
You think that you give speeches
Like Dr. Martin Luther King.
But you don't because your boring,
You bore us all to tears.
Ruining every social event,
by banging on for years.
Bla bla ******* bla bla bla,
your monotone drones on.
You're in love with the sound of your own voice,
while we just want you gone.
So pack your **** up in your soapbox,
And turn your answer machine on.
Then ******* back to snoresville,
or wherever the *******'re from.
who knows really well
how to fake feelings
how to fake an act
how to pretend they love us when they aren't
how to pretend that everything is okay while they see us bleeding
how I appreciate their souls for being rotten soon
The more you share,
The more they care.
The louder you cry,
The greater they try.
The faster you run,
The quicker they follow.
And once you are done,
You’ll lose faith in tomorrow.
Everyone's afraid of losing all the things that they prayed for.
Everyone's a saint, it's all fun and games playing a sequential religion.
We're too used to it.
Be careful what you say, you're piling up all the lies you say with such grace.
You just depend on coincidences, tell me a testimony about things you don't see everyday.
"Don't be filled with hate" "God is love" but where was that when you protested about Pride Parades.
I feel so ashamed by the way you nitpick sins the same way I nitpick pimples on my face.
You say you're a child of God but all the things you do behind our backs doesn't make up for what you say.
You act so spiritual and holy and it's kinda funny that it's only exclusive on Sundays.
Believe in miracles
But do what you say.
Only hypocrites lie
About their faith.
Still they act like saints
"I ventured out all alone for the first time
Only to find that this world is full of slime"
"To be oneself here is a crime
As the cynics here value only the dime"
"As we are falling into the evil's ravine
I seek the intervention of 'The Holy', The Divine'"
Opposing conditions of the heart
To accept without judgement
(why must there be this conjunction)
To shirk association
To be offended at the accusation
(why must there be this word)
That I might be one of those
I apparently don't want to be
So I am a hypocrite
To be seen as
Like I believe we are equal
Like I believe love is love
Like I believe everyone is of value
But maybe I don't.
You can be you
But god forbid
(some may truly believe)
I be you
How about this?
Can I be me
And not be you
And be okay
(or better, have no thought or regard)
To be seen as you
To be seen with you
To just be
Whatever that may be
(can I rid myself of this?)
I hear you screaming,
“THIS IS POISON!”
But you’re still drinking
From the bottle.