#entitlement
After years of you giving me the silent treatment if no one calls I think it's because of a disagreement Because of your consistent lack of communication sometimes when I talk, I forget people are listening Convinced I am never enough or I'm too much I overdo for others in hopes of earning their love Under your sense of grandiose entitlement I've put myself last and under your judgement With persistent efforts to disrespect me I over explain and apologize habitually I've accepted bread crumbs of your affection a love concocted of toxin and poisonous venom
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 2:01 PM UTC
Hardship = Resent
Resent = Dedication To Change
Dedication = Hard Work,
Hard Work = Change
Change = Prosperity
Prosperity = Abundance
Abundance = Entitlement
Entitlement = Laziness
Laziness = Procrastination
Procrastination = Back Tracking
Back Tracking = Hardship
Hardship = Reform
Reform = Hard Workers
Repeat Cycle Again
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 2:30 PM UTC
If you have come to seek
Only consent & acceptance,
You will be poorly received
And denied at the entrance.
You come only to take
What you think you are entitled to,
As though it were not valuable
And as if it were freely offered.
In what you ask
There is no promise of reciprocation,
No hint that you will be grateful.
In your hunger for it,
The only guarantee
Is that you will want more.
You share no contentment,
No happy acts or jovial gestures.
The best thing for all of us
Is to deny you of our goodwill,
Perhaps it will cause you
To grow up
And be more mature.
If not,
It will at least mean the stability & security
Of our happiness & freedom.
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 1:43 PM UTC
This turkey pardon is nonsense,
Clearly symbolic.
But people seem to
No longer grasp the extent
To which that symbolism goes.
The gobblers which we free,
Where do they go?
To live out their lives in solitude
On a quiet reserve.
The rest?
Well, we just put them to death
Enshrined in a yearly ritual slaughter.
Nothing like that situation of the natives
When we boil off all the water..
And you may say,
"You think of it too much,
Sign to it too much importance."
But I say you think too little
And too small.
You think of all the easements
As entitlements
And not ones which we took
Through invasion and subjugation.
Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 8:44 PM UTC
Would you get a load of this priick...
Entitlement punk crybaby excrement
In mom's basement
Everyday
Trying to **** his own wick
No *********** with a chick
Mildly pathetic
Still
Stream it to the public
Embarrassment is gonna hit
Shoulda quit
To late
Now this is what you get
Find blame and aim it
Control the topic
"It ain't me"
...so it must be women's empowerment?
Assuming you never knew what rhetorical meant
You can't know that wasn't
I'm asking,
That's not a statement
The angers placement
Seems specifically targeted doesn't it
Common denominator
Looks to be your equipment...
...dip shiit
Y'all need Jesus, you're sick
©2024
Apr 12, 2024
Apr 12, 2024 at 3:22 PM UTC
Upon appearance of an untitled poem with no body in my Drafts
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never have I ever
written an untitled poem,
nor painted a human sans
a head; arms, legs, o.k., but,
but when the purging urging
enwraps me at 12:22 in the AM,
i cannot birth my babies
stillborn,
unnamed, forlorn,
it’s every breath would be
an accusation, of breach, malfeasance,
a child nameless, is the worst of all orphans,
the poem’s title is its inner essence, a preface,
a forward, and epilogue, just as your names is
both begin and end, a hint of who you are and from
whence you came, and where you are bound to be bound,
it is your birth name, and final resting place, a hint of who you
we’re, ared destined to become, to be, and to come,
an entitlement!
ah you curse or bless, thy given name, no longer do
you examine it, write it repeatedly, to despise or admire
the sounds of it exiting thy mouth, a roomful of teeth
and tongue in concert cooperating and conniving, silky
hissing your who-you-are-ness, you, who are poem, exist not,
cannot be, without your entitlement; ah you pause and say
to the sleeping woman who neither hears nor cares,
who am I, who I am, and the differences
entre deux
that are my
character
yes, a untitled poem is forever
unwished, unfinished
unwashed?
and to eternity, forever lost,
unsigned, unconsigned,
unfortunate
unconsummated
Feb 6, 2024
Feb 6, 2024 at 7:36 AM UTC
This elastic band has stretched as far as it possibly can
Now is the time to cut the cord
Over enough is more than enough
It's time for the narcissist to be unveiled
Oh bride of Satan
For the wolves in sheep's clothing to be called out
Your time is up!
We've had enough!
People are not as stupid as you'd like them to be
That spoiled little brat of a child inside is to be silenced for good
Singlehandedly you have destroyed your relationships
Systematically you have ruined your friendships
Over enough is more than enough
The true meaning of loneliness you will now encounter
Your fragile mask has shattered into pieces
The protective cover has blown away
Exposed you will stand
Finally everyone will see you for the serpent you truly are
No one is buying the lies you have so generously been selling
No matter how great a bargain
Your mind games and tactics have become stale
Over enough is more than enough
The reality which awaits you is harsh and bleak
From your put on laugh to the fake compliments
Both come from the same dark and empty space
A bottomless pit of deception in which you lurk
Hollow vase you are
Collage of fabricated personalities
You model yourself on others
But can never hold down one character for too long
Over enough is more than enough
Like a blank canvas you are vacant to take on any shape or form
You wear a fake smile and your eyes are dead
You destroy like a bull, but hurt like a baby
Your brain is corroded and your spirit is ill
Your own medicine you will drink
It will consume you from the inside out
Implode you will
Troublemaker and schemer
Over enough is more than enough
You are driven by your severe deep-rooted insecurity and shame
You prey on the empathetic
Virtual vampire, always looking for someone to drain
You do unto others as you would NOT have done unto yourself
A conscience you were born without
Quick to quote a scripture or two
But slow in applying it to yourself
And even the devil knows the score
Over enough is more than enough
Your condescending eyes will be plucked out by a ruthless crow
You will burn in your own defeat and your perfume will be sulphur
Down you will tumble from your pedestal
You no longer have a place in my life
You no longer have a place in my heart
But more importantly
You no longer have a place in my mind
Jun 9, 2023
Jun 9, 2023 at 2:05 PM UTC
When a person
is in a certain state
of spiritual ignorance
They have no idea
of the audacity
of their requests
and no concept
of the abundance
of blessings
and Grace
With which they have already been bestowed.
Nov 30, 2022
Nov 30, 2022 at 8:35 AM UTC
I don't have a problem
Sharing with my kids
All the privileges
I strove to achieve,
As long as they don't
Feel entitled to them.
Oct 17, 2021
Oct 17, 2021 at 11:55 AM UTC
Your life’s but a shadow
he’s a king of the earth
he’s secure in his place
he knows his own worth.
He‘s lacking all burdens
his smile merits bliss
by the King be commanded
you’re deemed worthy young miss.
The lady‘s so lucky,
as a rose meant for plucking,
this brawling, rough rogue,
- this heir to earths throne,
deems her worth the f—king.
I chuckle demurely,
“Be away drunken sir
- leave me to my studies
- go chase other skirts
with your fraternity buddies.”
Sep 23, 2021
Sep 23, 2021 at 12:23 PM UTC
Liberty is the highest decree.
Independence and opportunity -
the finest, paramount glee.
Certainly indeed!
But are we really
moving towards being free?
Or is it brazen entitlement
that we blatantly feed?
#
You ask of the next catastrophe.
Mass irresponsibility:
that is sadly what
it will be
...smh
That is sadly what it will be.
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC
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.
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 11:47 PM UTC
Listening does not mean learning.
Learning does not mean knowledge.
Knowledge does not mean you are wise.
Wisdom does not mean you are aged.
Age does not mean you are frail.
Frailness does not mean you are weak.
Weakness does not mean you are worthy.
Worthiness does not mean you are entitled.
Entitlement does not mean you are the one.
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 3:07 AM UTC
I believe we are entitled to certain things
To be loved the way we choose to love
And to be treasured the way we treasure people
But despite such, Cruelty in the world prevails
Hate overwhelms love
Selfishness triumphs above all else
Maybe it was given to us that way
But Its up to us to change that..
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC
He was my rose. my one and only unique rose.
I took care of my rose.
I gave my rose my sun, so that I can keep him warm during the coldest and frigid days.
Then I gave my rose my moon.
It was to remind him that there there's still hope during the darkest of the nights.
And then offer him my favourite.
The stars.
It was a metaphor for our intergalactic love.
No matter how much distance is stretched between us, it was for my rose to know that I'll still be here shining light on his hopes and dreams.
But my rose wilted.
My rose said that my love was not enough.
I saw galaxies in my rose's eyes but yet he couldn't find a single star in mine.
I was blinded by the thorns that came with him and yet instead I called it love.
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 5:20 AM UTC
How will we progress today?
Will we risk life attending Mosque,
Or have an affair with our spouse's boss?
Will we take the dog out for a walk,
Step on a landmine, use plastic straws?
Perhaps we'll play with our kids today,
Or call Amber Alert, wait scared, and pray?
Will we defy authority with a righteous tone,
Or leave our tail tucked, like a dog with his bone?
Will we gauge goods today for our Vegan menu,
Or show a distention as millions today do?
Will we drive around town for cheaper gas,
Or choose our pickings from picked-over trash?
Do you sling eggs and sausage for sub-minimum wages,
Or attend a visitation in a tortured MADD rage?
Will you tee off at eight, or do a spin class,
Or sit solitary watching the hourglass?
Did we place our script at the shiny drugstore,
Or wade across water to Jordan's fair shore?
Will we question the teacher at our kid's school,
Or play Avatar falling off our bar stool?
Did you set a reminder on your AI phone
For chicken delivery to your suburban home?
Will you lift copper tubing from construction sites,
Proclaiming your station in life gives you right?
Do I recline in my La-Z-Boy for a nap with a book,
Or teach someone to live with a line and a hook?
Will you take out your family,
Are you last on your list,
Will you reciprocate a handshake
Or raise a gloved fist?
Our words can't bind all our wounds,
Few are born with silver spoons,
We're not wrapped in silk cocoons.
A metamorphosis is coming
To this world of gloom,
A rousing group flight,
And it can't come too soon.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 9:36 AM UTC
I just don't know how people do it.
Wake up and work for a living
just to pay hospital, insurance,
utility, student bills
like there's nothing to it,
and then go to bed
with no scary thoughts beating
like cold rain through their heads.
Every day is a struggle between
either myself and the world or
myself and time or
myself and myself,
and it takes every drop of will
that I have to not reach for
the bottle, the pipe, on the shelf.
I just don't know how people,
some people, most people, it seems,
can live any better than that.
Like the one percent sitting
on top of the world looking
down, hysterically laughing
at those who have to work,
who breaks their
backs and necks and minds
trying to make something last
longer than a few ******* days.
Sure, there's beauty in the world,
but you gotta pay to look at it.
And even then, you aren't allowed
to just grab it and take it,
put a sign on it and make it yours.
Someone's already claimed
all you hold dear.
You're just stuck borrowing.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 8:51 PM UTC
Don’t share your love
Don’t pass out smiles
Don’t gaze upon
The passersby
The catastrophe
Of the love in me
Is my uncontrollable
Jealousy
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC
Don't walk my garden
Don't pick my flowers
Don't pull my leaves
I own the trees
The pebbles you're walking on
The lake you're swimming in
The berries you're picking
They belong to me
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 6:44 PM UTC
Logged out again, ugh, why?
An ad longer than the video.....sigh
Buffering....for the third time
Old man doing 30 in a 35
My cheeseburger is missing cheese
Can you just make it right, please!?
Taking too long at the check out line
Detour on I-85
The mail is late again
Wait, the package hasn’t even moved yet!?
Moving this slow should be a sin.
Check engine light, does it ever end?
Any spare change, please, my friend?
Pennies? What, you don’t have a dollar?
My family is starving, you have nothing to lend?
No parking to be found.
Such a long wait, better be someone dead
No doc, I didn’t come for a lecture on my pounds
Now shut up and feed me some meds.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
Sorry, sorry, I’m late again!
Don’t you worry though,
I’ll do better next time
Because I told you so.
Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to stand you up!
I know this looks bad, but
I promise I’m not a schmuck.
I’ll make it happen, just you wait and see.
I won’t let you down again.
You can count on me.
Sorry, sorry, I promise I did try.
I know I said that last time.
I didn’t mean to lie.
Where you going baby?
We can still make this work.
Can you believe that ******* ***** calling me a ****
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 2:16 AM UTC