How wrong can one living entity be?
If I were to prove the possibility of constantly,
Alongside the concept of completely
If I were to say to you it's daily, weekly, monthly, yearly
And remind of the times it's happens a couple minutes early
If I were to let you see,
Let you watch it play out in me,
Would you keep questioning me?
Would you finally let me be?
Just leave me to wallow in this myriad of pity
Allowing me to then get back to tripping over my own two feet for at least the rest of my eternity
I'm okay with it, really

©2024

It's true, I usually don't know what to do
What if I'm not around long enough to follow through?
Never know if my way or the highway is the right way
What did that sign say?
Will it be possible to recognize this impending last day
Even if just a day before it's referred to as "Ah shiit, is that today?"
This is foul,
Where do I go and what do I do now?
And just because I know what to do doesn't mean I'll comprehend the how
Who in their right mind could stand here and say they could handle the architecture and atmosphere of so many types of conflicting fear?
Who's the stranger with the black soul looking back at me in the mirror?
I wish it was clearer
But there's never a gene around ever
Take note that not every question has a viable answer
While some answers only raise more questions after filtering through questionable ******* banter
That's why there's a little manic in the laughter
And a wave of panic soon after

©2024

They all have ostracized rhyming,
Poets, themselves they be calling...

The F-words aplenty they use,
And they think they look cool...

Rescue the language if possible,
Listen to its cries, they are not bearable.