#proverbial
I got a *** to **** in but this **** in this ***
It's all I got
When confronted with that Eminem talk, that proverbial one shot
I gotta stop saying, "sure, why not?"
First of all, what a crock
Secondly, IT'S FUUCKING NOT!
Forgot a lot but never lost the plot
Though I find myself oblivious to subplots a lot
Flames are hot, can't say the left sink handles not
But the one with a label is not the one too hot too handle,
Lessons learned on the spot
Connecting lines, lost a dot
...gotta be a 'bot...
Fasten a sloppy slipknot, keep it taunt
Toss it up over the branch to swing from, now I have a forest to haunt
Awake or asleep, absorbing the same onslaught
What's fake, what's not?
Sunken eye socket, looking gaunt
Believe it or not, it's only ever been just an ink blot
Write my theory in ransom font
Look for the proof, there's a lot
Go one step further than you were taught
Always remember it could all be for not
That's why you'll find me on a canvas cot of rot to rot in the back corner of Salem's lot
A set with a pre dug spot for a later point in the plot
That is if I can survive the death scene in the pilot
AKA a nobody that not just somebody but everybody forgot
Only thing that sticks around are the demons I fought
Tell me, whatcha got?
©2024
Jan 6, 2024
Jan 6, 2024 at 2:36 PM UTC
The moon amidst
the celebrations of stars
still in its proverbial stance
only the eye no fingers!
If there ever a moment of flower
let it be today the rose
in the tips of the fingers!
Feb 19, 2023
Feb 19, 2023 at 8:13 PM UTC
House of plastic spoons
A man eats differently
Than dined with silver
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 8:10 AM UTC
The world is upside down,
we did not prepare, we would not believe,
That our time will see a fool that wears the crown,
That the jackboot once again stomps the dreams so free,
The sun and moon will drown,
We refuse to see,
Those who we consider brothers,
Will turn on us with righteous frowns,
That they will cover and devour.
The fear is real and now,
Two horsemen are ready, and they are here,
They make us starve, they make us bow,
Until the other two appear.
The world is upside down.
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 12:58 AM UTC
Control is like a door betwixt familiarity and anonymity,
Best left ajar,
If found wanting,
It’s either shutting someone out or locking someone in.
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 9:16 AM UTC
Some folks aren't thirsty
til there's a line at the fountain.
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 11:03 AM UTC
My life is a proverbial pigsty,
A ***** place.
And all I need is your love,
To cleanse me.
To purify me.
And to make me squeal.
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC