all my heroes die young
like on the road beat bopping and drunk flap reckless
then left out in the cold, frozen solid
starting out as an ouroboros
but kept munching and couldn’t get sober, so
the circle kept getting smaller until dead at 47
47! You ain’t even half way man
is it suicide or cannibalism when you eat yourself alive?
but my hero, fatal flawed and im-m-m-mperfect
because we learn while learning in on the edge
sinking down or getting high
and I’m in between both Jesus Christ and the devilish Jack
both dead, both died, both alive
in books, in holy writs
in the reflections of my face when I look
at the mirror seeing myself for like the first time
I swear I think like this every time I have
black coffee or black lungs but I feel healthy
like how the road to heaven looks the same
as the road to hell, so how could you tell?
If they're the same then I must've been deceived, I guess
it all boils down to honesty ::::::::: is that lame?
Jack and Jesus
High treason my thoughts and inactions
towards the sell out best for this price
earn more than you’re paid they say
that this is what is best for the business and business
is a person so do unto others amiright-
when did we agree that this is a good citizen
duty to society, apathetic dulling tv radio phone
numbing is society. How can you have a genuine personality
when they’ve told you exactly how to behave
and you listen, because, well, there is no reason
not to except
I just don’t want to
Accept Not
It’s cold, in this building
I only ever look outside
feeling trapped. Like a monster
in a cage I feel not
contained, but
I’m suffocating-
is this growing up?
Is this how people spend
their lives waning
away in front of a magical box
every single day?
My God, fuck
no
I can’t,
I’ve got to
find another way
out to make money
but still
understand that I am
an animal yet more
or less in need
of space to roam
and wrestle in
the struggle.