When it comes to my words, I am bound by nothing. All that you read is truly me. 18+ |
-Truly- by Keaton Foster The right The left Each beat Each breath Every thought Each idea Solid processes Fundamentally flawed A genius to myself Maybe to a few else A moron to others Far more than I'd hoped My rants go nowhere quick I often forget my point Halfway through So, I just make shit up Far too many head injuries Have left me somewhat feeble And completely unable I hate all people Just a smidgen more Than I apparently hate myself I have been accused of being a racist Ridiculous to the enth degree I am an equal opportunity hater To me the human race is one wakeup Away from reverting back to apes It's amazing to me that we have Survived for as long as we have I live to put all that others Hold dear into a vice Once there I squeeze Screaming, pleading, begging Makes not a damn bit of difference I simply turn a deaf ear The emotionless nature Of who I am hides Behind my soft brown eyes Most close to me Those I lie to about love Have no idea with regard To the monster of means That is more me Than anything ever known Or seen by other human beings Truly I am a pseudo sadistic Narcissistic Wannabe communist Who often votes republican And drives with both feet Weirdness indeed I am a below average prick In a world full of huge assholes For the most part, I prefer To mind my own damn business But if the shit gets thick I am usually the first one In line with a pointy stick I stand up for what I alone Believe is right The only problem is that My version of right Could not be any more wrong I am a former Catholic Turned lazy Baptist That is now a now staunch atheist With regard to organized religion I pray to my own version of God My temple is my body My alter is my mind I am an anti-Semitic man Married to the quintessential Jew Raising his kids as Christians In a world that is clearly Going straight to hell A hypocrite's hypocrite Through and through That always leaves the house With clean underpants on I expect to be killed every day Say a bullet to the brain Due to a robbery gone wrong Or smashed to bits By an old lady in a Cadillac Often as I walk down the street I look up at the sky Waiting for a jumbo jet full of TNT And freshly topped off with fuel To land on top of my head I know that this is all quite Ridiculous, but I insist I have barely scratched the surface I could go on for days In a hundred and one ways Do I always make sense Nope, not even close In this a case in point Or profound rhetoric Truly, I don't know And if I did I am sure that I Would find a way To make the obvious Just a bit more interesting Because let's face That's just my thing… Truly Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |