The Greatest Affliction
I've been trapped in an addiction
Stuck with an affliction
I've dug a hole too deep
And the climb is too steep
I know I can't do what I should
I would do it if I could
But I have fallen from grace
Unworthy to the human race
I Fail
I fail every time I try
I can never laugh I can only cry
I do not know I can only ask why
Sometimes I feel like I could die
Every time I try I fail
And my life grows bleak and pale
All I do is weep and wail
I ought to go away and set sail
Twenty Year Old Loser
No job no money no transportation
Twenty years of unfulfilled expectation
Day by day my future becomes my past
I don't know how long my childhood can last
It's not that I don't follow through
But something goes mysteriously wrong at the job interview
Hopes of being employed
Are quickly destroyed
Each time I get their reply
They say no without why
If it's experience I got to start somewhere
They know I need the work to pay the bills why don't they care
My friends passed on a good reference
But it doesn't make any difference
I didn't get hired
Jobless till I've expired
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Poetry Post 155
War Politics
People say they love America because it's neutral
But the politics of America aren't even mutual
We take whatever they have to trade
And send them an army brigade
It's true every land that we spoil
Seems to strike oil
But if you don't agree that this is true
Don't attack if you can't defend your point of view
Wasted Work Ethic
A twenty level building, in each floor its own universe
Nobody explores the other realms, they just stay the course
The course of being stationary to each their own cubicle they go
Passerbys in awkward silence are the people they know
Never looking out, never speaking out, never getting out
Without seeing more seeking more you'll only know doubt
Wasted work ethic have killed humanity
Tied to our desks we don't know how to be free
Drafted III
Out on the battlefield
Next to a hundred souls killed
Staying in the foxhole to survive
Knowing its better not to kill and stay alive
It's sad to see how few amount of people knew
That you should do to others only only what you'd wish them to do to you
And that to murder
Is to lose the greater war
People say they love America because it's neutral
But the politics of America aren't even mutual
We take whatever they have to trade
And send them an army brigade
It's true every land that we spoil
Seems to strike oil
But if you don't agree that this is true
Don't attack if you can't defend your point of view
Wasted Work Ethic
A twenty level building, in each floor its own universe
Nobody explores the other realms, they just stay the course
The course of being stationary to each their own cubicle they go
Passerbys in awkward silence are the people they know
Never looking out, never speaking out, never getting out
Without seeing more seeking more you'll only know doubt
Wasted work ethic have killed humanity
Tied to our desks we don't know how to be free
Drafted III
Out on the battlefield
Next to a hundred souls killed
Staying in the foxhole to survive
Knowing its better not to kill and stay alive
It's sad to see how few amount of people knew
That you should do to others only only what you'd wish them to do to you
And that to murder
Is to lose the greater war
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