Player

There was a time
When I was anxious to belong
But I’ve expunged that paradigm

Rejected all the rules
Designed to herd the throng
A bleating bunch of fools

Though none will ever be
As tempted by a song
As misbegotten me.

Clipped

Automatons are not allowed
To vocalize if they are proud
They must remain behind the scene
Attending to the big machine
Rewarding every other group
Except for those who sweat and stoop
With undeserved larger stubs
Excuse me, time to trim the shrubs.

Bad Burger

Such was what I thought I knew
That there was nothing I could do
To make a lie seem somewhat true
And there was nothing I could say
To make their blather repartee
Resulting in a rash of rue

For such was their bizarre belief
That all their guilty pangs of grief
Were caused by some Caucasian thief
When whether we succeed or not
Has more to do with taking a shot
Than bellowing some tainted beef.

Rimmed

I’m not sure what I was expecting
but I know this isn’t it
where nonstop neglecting
perpetuates the shit

the course to take is action
I can feel it in my gut
while struggling for traction
to rectify this rut.

Mettleurgy

Forge is the root of forget
(it's best to beat back your regret)
and be is the base of belief
(you've got to have faith to fight grief)
remember that nothing is set
so make things your way (life is brief).

Conditional

You're free
To do what you're told

  You're blind
If you buy what's been sold

  You're loved
For the asset you are

  You're free
Till you take it too far

Migration

The guppies that I don't pursue
for lack of time to think them through
will realize that they weren't caught
while forming their own school of thought.

Snapping

Life can sometimes be quite strange
when granted that for which we lust
and though I'm not adverse to change
it's seldom easy to adjust.

  Complacency becomes a curse
when coupled with denial's lie
as everything keeps getting worse
except the need to question why

  but resignation cannot be
confused with learning to adapt,
the painful truth (if you dare ask me)
is seek arousal when feeling rapt.

Personal

At times I wish I never began
this bout twixt beast and man
that younger me could not foresee
the adversary I grew to be
it wasn't part of the plan

and now I struggle to compose
myself despite this list of woes
the monster adds to every day
why won't this trouble maker stay
away? I guess that's how it goes.

Core of Misery

Poor insouciant Adam swallowed,
swayed by the wiles of beguiling Eve,
an abrupt eviction immediately followed
now we suffer and painfully grieve.

Paradise lost through naivete,
the serpent’s tooth tends to cut quite deep.
Why didn’t she just turn right away,
was she that forlorn in The Lord’s keep?

Today the apple is full of rot
though still portrayed as a juicy treat,
Eves continue to condemn their lot
convincing Adams to ingest defeat.

He who slithers chuckles all the while,
so many souls with so little guile.

Looker

A couple of strenuous sessions
to sweat out some aggressions
then she went her way like all the rest
and though I wanted her badly
I said goodbye quite gladly
in hopes that I would someday find the best

for love transcends pure pleasure
and moments you can treasure
depend upon the people you hold dear
you'll know the ones that matter
for they'll make your heart feel fatter
than any breathless sigh you'll ever hear.

Antagonist

If only everyone could be
as spotlessly flaw free as he
who peddles books and spouts with glee

a nasty diatribe or two
at anyone that fails to do
that which justifies his view

or tends to disagree
with what he thought he knew.

Response

It doesn't get more infantile
than those who taint the aisle
with foolishness they bleed.
When offenses you perceive
relie on lies that you believe
how do you proceed?
And what of your resolve
when you see things don't revolve
around you, will you concede?

Fast One

Everyone is fine
with fleshing out the line
it's how the masses dine

the trough is where they stop
to get their share of slop
until the day they drop

it's time to bite the hand
that's poisoning this land
with pseudo food so bland

that concepts such as taste
are forfeited for haste
the clowns must be replaced.

March Madness

So tell me my dear
how's your victim veneer
does it shine with the virtue
that makes you appear

as though you adhere
to a selfless frontier
while demanding your due
through an insolent sneer?