biting shingles to keep myself sane
i feel splinters and squinters who see
through my eyes and into my
red-colored brain and i rot, i curdle
to keep myself sane. it's easier
to be rotten than to live in your name
we're all fighters at some point
but we don't know our game
and the red-colored humans who stomp out
our fears, they are running and jumping
to take all the blame and
god dammit i'm not letting you have it, it's mine
i will fight for my right to be a bad human
i will dance in the streets 'til you
beat out my brain
i lie at night like i do in the day, kid
it's habit and i hate it and i want just
to change but hey, i'm a winner so i will
get there one day but you know right now
i'm just drinking rain
and it's hard, real hard to live on just that.
2 comments:
i wanted to write a poem but i didnt have any good ideas so i just cannibalized this one, watched an episode of house, and then rediscovered my favorite movie. and then i wrote a poem.
by that i meant your poem is better than anything i could have possibly come up with so i was forced to steal half of it to write anything good. i like how it rhymes The Entire Time.
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