Tuesday, May 15, 2018

the infested

birch, peeling on my fingers
undressing a bitch, an onion
you keep on talking beneath
in your composite of human
you are just like everybody
you are just like everybody
except

U G L Y as sin
just ask god, man!

ask our lord and savior, trick!

i'm kidding, but you paint a rebel
but what i see is a freaking sheep

you repeat the same ole bullshit story
never taking responsibility that maybe
you're just a really selfish human-being
who gets mad when she doesn't get her
                                                      way

drag 'em
drag 'em

ask yourself
with every "like" 
are you living real? 
what are you selling? 
hey, dude
you're no Foster Wallace

when you  can't move  forth
from the songs  of your  dorky
heyday, it is embarrassing,  and
i've said it before, and  i'll say it
again, them's fighting words, we
the royal, you understand, want
proof
i watch you rewrite the story 
there's just no fucking way
man

nice formula
you stole it from 
a stereotype, man

just. like. you. 

you're a writer alright
who goes to school to learn how to find an imagination that never existed? 
who goes to school to learn how to find an imagination that never existed? 
your paper brings nothing
paid in cash for your "gift" 
some call that cheese
and you're a mouse
look in the mirror

jeez, you are literally
dragging the dead and
dying through the mud
       oh, you love them? 
hoe, you love sympathy
you've certainly got mine
only be-cause you're Ugly
how do you sleep at night?
the muck you made yourself
by watering other people's pain
calling it your own, but we know
you emulate - it's fucking obvious
a narcissist 
works a program
i wish it was just 12-steps
so you would be done already

but we keep enduring your
paint chipped, scumbag, trash
nails on a published chalkboard

well, i'm not afraid to admit that
i don't have a lick to give the world
i hoard my lollipops for the hot core
and claim to be nobody and nowhere

a plume of ego hovers over 
your head, you think it's a halo
but it's a nuclear
mushroom cloud of shit-talking
name-dropping, style  stealing
eat, pray, love, wordy drivel

that's as high as you could reach, huh? 

i double dog dare you to 
try and change my mind

4 comments:

  1. I saw "undressing ... an orion."

    Better yet, "undressing, an Orion."

    Those commas, man.

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  2. "you're just a really selfish human-being
    who gets mad when she doesn't get her"

    "when you can't move forth
    from the songs of your dorky
    heyday"

    I'm taking this advice to heart, even though I think I know a couple of others you're talking to as well.

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  3. you know for a fact i am not talking about you.

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    1. I do. But I like to take good advice, no matter whom it's intended for.

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