#shifty
Stricken-down, struggling and stranded,
Dealt a hand that was quite underhanded.
I am done with never settling down,
Always having to run –
I am standing my ground stubbornly,
I am a storm of sounds,
Discourteously curmudgeonly.
I will not accept defeat -
I feel naught except the beat,
The rhythm, the flow, the show –
The hurt dissipates as I let go.
On these two feet,
I fight the finite, finicky, fraudulent conmen of deceit.
It’ll serve you right when you get roasted by the roaring heat,
When mother death cometh with hungry babes at her ****
Stranded or at ease, it doesn’t matter,
Landed like a breeze, serving poetry on a platter.
I’ve been feeling like my time is really up,
Like there’s the ceiling and all I can do is get numb.
That, or just ******* wander off and die;
Just like that, with no explanation as to how or why.
I can’t go on like this, I can’t blow off life’s bliss.
Thing is, if I knew I was going to die and live on somewhere else,
I can’t even think of what I’d actually miss.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 3:37 PM UTC
There are bound to be
Uptight
Ultra right
Conservatives who want to fight
Want to say wrong is right
And right is wrong
Cause shifting priorities
In an easily influenced society
Gives them more power
To glower while they shower
Themselves with the wealth
We earned with our sweat
So they steal what we should get
And call it patriotic
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 7:52 AM UTC