To All Of The Above Poem by King Happy

How long will they miss me?
There's no sure way to tell
dimensions and time
are all a matter of perspective.
I seem to have run out of both.

You never know what you're missing
until you finally
get it.
This is the first time in life
I've wanted to go somewhere-
anywhere,
but here.

Those who feel
born not of this world,
living life in a crowd of isolation.
The misunderstood
searching
for any moment
to hear reciprocation.
And the disguised freak
parading around
with no remorse
for the havoc they wreak


My message
Is to all of the above


Hurt people,
tend to
hurt people


No matter the cost