Speak your wishes one more time,
Abandon me in abyss,
As I wait for the chime,
And pray for eternal bliss.
Crashing, crashing, crashing,
Farther and farther down.
Thrashing, thrashing, thrashing,
Making barely a sound.
Altruism is a fallacy,
It simply doesn't exist.
People only have buoyancy,
When they refuse to coexist.
By stepping on other people,
They can reach the top,
While those of us looking to the steeple,
Are chained to the mop.
People only care about something,
If it affects them.
They can't see anything,
Beyond their own rim.
Ignorance is bliss, I suppose,
But is it truly better?
That question, I propose,
As a trend-setter.
But is it really?
Has no one ever asked this before?
That seems silly;
Human forevermore.
Every time I'm down,
Everyone else is farther.
"That's no reason to frown.
No need to play the martyr."
That's what they'd say,
If I spoke my mind.
But, it's all okay,
I must be kind.
I, myself, am selfish,
For saying such things.
Don't I act like a clown fish?
Making such foolish rings.
I shouldn't expect more,
This is life, forevermore.
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The Hobo Tales # 2
I think this thing now consists of mostly poetry and song lyrics. Enjoy anyway.
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