A most hidden agenda (Paradox of the poet)
I am aware of every evil thought I have ever had.
It is not the death of war or evil, serial killers and well hidden pedophiles.
This is all a given, we all get that way. It is mankind, nature and the banking of moral corruption.
Too darn clear.
It is essence of the obnoxious in a queue.
The whinging moribund baby.
A cliched sentiment the smell of putrid spew.
They can all die in a bus-load of toxic viruses, quickly spreading to their negligent families too.
It is the little things, I believe, could be changed!
No one’s brought me cereal in the morning.
Conversation is of the inadequate and non-revealing type.
The bacon was too bacon-y and I have no one to complain at because I am well aware of how fucking pointless I sound.
Slits n’ cracks in the day, that make my life go that milli-fraction smoother.
I don’t deny it, the world would be better off without you in it, myself included.
All trying to make our way, have an impact in the tiniest of avenues. Often at the expense of a chance at the truth.
In any city street you’d rather bump through me than, give a little or use words.
It is the guilty thought of, I purchased something for you and for a split second I had entertained the notion that there would be a return.
It is, if I smile and manipulate you right now, I’ll never have to undertake what you were going to ask.
It is Grandad give up and leave me your gold!
It’s an ongoing symphony.
Little pressure points that make the heart meander.
But I doubt it’s any surprise were you too:
Stop listening to your shoddy podcasts
Stop grooming your wanton street walking pets
Stop day-dreaming of things you’ll never do
Stop dressing like everyone else
Stop living by the attitude of platitude
Stop being the shitty you!
And if your perception becomes wisdom filled, your movement pure style and talent flaunts within every genius tinged sensational action… I know I’d be suicidal!
Nothing to live for
little to rally against!
So I thank you from my tear-bleached heart
it is your guiltless non-awareness
your human insignificance
that motivates me most of all.