The strange concept of living
how walking skeletons
caked with flesh
can think so highly
They think of glasses
so full of the shit
and they say:
'Here, taste this. It's full of wisdom, and promising magic.
You'll stand in awe, of what I am, what I've said, and what I've done.
It is the way, it is walking on water, it is the warming solar flares of the sun, filled with power and awesome.
You will drink it, you will indulge in what I am.
You must, and if not, you'll just waste away, never knowing the beauty of what it is that I call 'I'.
What I call 'me'.
You will drink it, or you will get out of my way.
As ignorant as you are, ignorant unlike what is I.
What is Me.'
the content of this glass
in planned out commercials
and strategically placed billboards
still tastes like shit
beautiful words could possibly
make you believe otherwise
those words are the flavor
for your ears to taste
so your tongue can easily ignore
the bullshit you wasted hard earned time on
how this is probably
what life is
for someone else's
which is displayed
in prettier colors
than our own crap
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