the living deities on this earth,
and I don't mean the folks that believe what they read in books and what they're told from birth,
have to sacrifice every day for the good of their own because they see the pain in our eyes and can't understand
"to each his own".
So, the holiest amongst us are cast away,
lives trampled by the frightened masses and disowned.
They're disgraced and discarded like molested memories
that were forced painfully into the deepest part of our "society".
Because they're better.
Because we can't be better,
without believing that we can. The nerve of those saints!
Let's get drunk and talk shit instead; let's make up acronyms and type words into a machine. Because that's better than realizing we can be happy. Sorry, I know it's a state of mind. And everyone is happy a couple of times a week, right? Because someone made us laugh with a timely, topical joke. Haha! Lolololol...Yeah...
So let's hang those people up by the neck and watch them die on TV because they reminded us to feel. If I thought for one second that I loved all of the people that would read this, I might just stop writing right now and grab a gun.
And it's because they're better. And we can't be better, without believing that we can. The nerve of those saints!
It ain't like a black fly in some crappy cold wine,
It's the real deal irony only humans can supply.
May the ticker tape fly and the skies run dry, til no tears' are left for each soul to cry, til we reach out with withered arms outstretched
to the Good Samaritan
we've cast as wretched. As she extends the brutal hand of honest truth, a token of love and words uncouth, may we find some comfort
before we perish.
And it's because they're better. And we can't be better, without believing that we can. The nerve of those saints!
So, to those who call us out, for lying and discrediting,
for exacting revenge when we're to blame,
for the lack of holding ourselves to the flame,
a toast.
Here's to every honest person,
the living deities on this earth,
and I don't mean the folks that believe what they read in books
or believe what they're told from birth,
having to sacrifice every day for the good of their own because they see the pain in our eyes and can't understand
"to each his own".
But... We should.
Understand.
That's the first step.
In being better.
