Hear us out, we are the losers.
We didn't want it all but just
a little more,
from the mirrors without wrinkles,
from the afternoon 'till death,
from the doors without locks,
from the catdog people in the street,
and from ourselves, at least
from these shadows without bodies,
from these houses without ghosts,
from these minds without forgetfulness,
from these mountains without a fall,
from this silence without voices,
and from you who told us that we were wrong.
And that people is still out there,
and that people is distracted,
and that people is also living,
and that people is melting like snow,
and that people is building promises,
and that people is burning in the sun,
and that people...
Hear us out. We are those who got
the short end of the stick but still
go through the motions of living,
dancing away the life to death.
What's the matter, are you afraid?
Help yourself from my words,
take a deep breath and
deduce from the above
if you are one of us.
Trolls troll, that's what they do
simple of mind, and deed
nothing complex, their minds to vex
maybe even, having cerebral bleeds
Knuckles to floor
drool eschewing from uneven lips
tiny of thought, but that's all that they've got
and over their own feet, they trip
When seeing this kind
know in your thoughts and your mind
no pity, or empathic hints
evil of deed, a self loathing breed
Eating, used urinal mints
I'm sorry, but, I think I lost the set of rules that said I wasn't allowed to pick up the phone and call you when I felt like It.
I'm sorry, but, I think I lost the rule book that said I was only allowed to text you every two days or so.
We are in the new.
We are the modern dating - the shit dating- the "I like you right now but maybe not tomorrow" dating.
We are in the "I think I'm in love with you but don't actually know you" dating.
Maybe I'm a little pessimistic and sad and a little pissed off.
Maybe I'm just tired of my heart getting destroyed.
Maybe I just want someone to really get to know me instead of asking to see my tits.
I'm sorry, but, maybe you didn't get it when I said I wanted something real- no games, no playing around.
I'm sorry, but, maybe you didn't hear me when I said I want to get to know you or maybe you just ignored that part.
We are the new.
We are the Modern.
We are the asshole "Millennials" everyone talks shit about.
President Donald Trump
Was elected by many people
Who would call themselves
But why is it so hard for anyone
To be inspired by America's Politics today?
I wouldn't even say that these "Christians'"
Are INSPIRED by President Donald Trump now.
They just like becoming the Winners
As others become the Losers.
They're concept of Spirituality
Is more like Rape!
Hitherto I've been victimised,
My love has been plagiarised,
Claimed by men generalised.
I have loved her,
And lost her too.
Like I've in the past,
With other lovers.
I am a Nomadic Lover,
I know not what it is to be loved,
By young ladies I have only been cheated.
Tripping at the line, faltering at the goal
missing the last time, blocked, by the pole
Triumph but a un-missed fate, a faltering of faith
loss of proffered bate, an interfering wraith
The agony and ecstasy, we know from start to end
winning so god damn heavenly, and to the victors, lend
Spin me a song, my minstrel
Make it sweet, and smart
Remind me that the winning
is not, the greatest part