Once you've woken from your slumber
Of hopes and dreams, killed and buried
Of measured breaths bruised in insecurities
Of a brain rattled and a spine shattered
Of eyeballs gouged out in a morning coffee
Put on your expensive linen and pretentious shadow
And walk out that door like you are one of the world
Filthy scumbags raised and rotten in money-spitting manholes
Inglorious bastards swimming in stinking commodes they call governments
Pretend like you're one of them, one more of them
Keep your eyes wide shut, your lips outlined for a faked smile
And bend over for a bunch of society-approved somebodies
Watch them take turns tearing your asshole apart until it bleeds money
Die rich, drowned in your blood and shit-stained money
But then, if one day all of it seems a bit unsettling
The scabs of success falling off, showing the shallow, scarred flesh within
The shackles of a clock-timed independence smelling of rust and tears
The illusion of a good life, shattered, scattered and spread like the last pieces of a broken mirror
The aftertaste of tanned leather and cheap shoe polish, lurking till your epiglottis
But then, if one day if selling your spine finally begins to hurt like you were being skinned alive
Don't sit down and write some shitty poetry on a paper as crumpled as your being
The wise ones who said the pen is mightier than the sword, were hopeful dumbfucks
When have words ever won world wars or healed bullet wounds
Take that goddamn pen, clench it with every last bit of anger and despair
Stab it right into the fucking throat of this shithole called society
And you'll see, the pen is mightier than the sword, just not the way you'd liked to believe
But then, what is the need for beliefs and faiths and religions for an agnostic
But question them all and watch them crumble and disintegrate into a dead mass
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