Mind to Keyboard

Just a little poem I wrote today…

A man is only as great as the people around ‘em,

We break the barrier, but what’s scarier?

when freedom’s a woman and we don’t carry her,

It’s cold outside,

Mu soul is becoming numb,

On the street there’s a bum,

his father is rich, and he is the only son,

i wonder how we could survive with little to no value,

I’m tellin you,

capitalism steals your heart and even tries to sell it to you,

what is a man with no foundation,

rights are fadin’, its the birth of a nation,

Latino,asian, or haitian, thay shaken,

I dont know what to make of this,

justice is a clenched fist,

it is what it is,

I’m an optimist turned pessimist,

you wanna know how the rest is,

turn on the tv, witness lies,

anarchists’ entropy, it got to me, i fought the need,

Theres lots to feed, Theres children that are starvin’, 

their hardships are harder than,

the hollocaust of hominids,

while others harbor the high of mohammed and,

others walk with the heat to help the homeless and the common man…

“it’s compicated”

What is the “it’s compicated” relationship status on Facebook supposed to represent? “Hey Laura! You and Harvey still seeing each other?” “Nah, we broke up 4 weeks ago, but last week we made love on my kitchen table, during which my microwave exploded, blasting us with radiation which caused our bodies to assimilate into a being known as “Laurvey”. It’s complicated, you wouldnt understand..”