I take
everything
for granted.
Never once,
do I stop
and realize
how lucky I am
to be alive,
in this day in age,
with all of these
conveniences
surrounding me.
No, no.
I am a pussy.
Hanging my head low
whenever something
goes wrong.
Anything aggravates me.
Disgusting.
Pathetic.
I must not give in
to this pussy
inside me.
I must break free.
I must,
for once,
be a man.
I'm not in the desert
in a war.
I haven't seen my mother or sister
killed or raped.
I hardly have a scratch
on my body.
I don't do shit.
Life is easy.
Life is a blessing.
I should treat as such
and marvel at every bit
of existence.
There is no other way.
Well,
I guess I could
lock myself in a room
until mother earth
sets us on fire,
but
forget it.
Too much waiting.
I'd rather
get out there
and die every second
with all of you.
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