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For those still trying
to make a statement
no matter how bleak
the future may seem
do not forget Kazaam
in fact, it can be used
in many different ways,
like inspiration
to aspire to be anything but,
or contempt
to actually have something to say,
and just for kicks
to have a good laugh at the system,
nothing good ever came
from a cash grab, except
the idea, the certainty
that money isn’t everything,
that you can do far better
without a twenty-million dollar
Hollywood budget.
So
here’s the thing.
You’ve got two options.
Either succumb to the pressure
or roll with the punches.
Take note, being an adult
means a diet of eating shit,
and just when you’re ahead,
another bill arrives,
a parking ticket
a meter reading
a doctor visit that’s killing you.
Just spare us
the headache
and chew
with your
mouth closed.
Because we all have our own plate to eat.
No one is asking for seconds.
A spider
spins its web,
and catches
its prey,
no questions asked.
No questions answered.
With
a little bit
of boob
and
a little bit
of butt
girls become women
and
boys become men
until
children
make them
children again.
Soak
your feet
for close to an hour
in hot water
then
peel back
the skin
flaking, like
skin does
dead
after soaking your foot
in hot water
close
to an hour,
then write that way.
black
white
brown
yellow
red
Just colors
until,
we make them more.
Some of us need kids,
or find God,
to straighten out our lives.
Empowerment comes
in many forms,
shapes, and rituals.
The world is full
of newly rich people,
though right now I am not one of them.
And your optimism
that chokes up my thought
is to blame.
Success can’t be found
on the discount rack,
when everyone is buying it.
You can believe
in anything you want, yes
but that doesn’t make it so.
Self help comes in many forms,
all of which are from within,
without a price tag.
Open your fucking eyes Tulip,
and figure it out…
It’s natural for the bough to bend before it breaks.
Take me with a grain of salt
then throw me over your shoulder.
It’s the only way I know,
self taught and still figuring it out.
Just a pinch is enough though.
Nobody wants high blood pressure.
Oh, but we’re all so practiced
in the art of innocence.
I hear you when you give thanks
but that doesn’t mean I believe you.
It doesn’t mean that I don’t too.
Nothing ever is that cut and dry.
Is it?
Now, this is the part
where you throw me over your shoulder.
Quietly
seated
at rest
with desire
though
still
desirous,
he knows
better
than to
chase
the wind.
No longer
a girl
not yet
a woman
she will
find
her way,
at rest
by the
phases
of
the moon.
Together
they
are bound
by
foolish
pride
in one another,
backstroking
in tune
to the
ever-changing
tide.
You see,
the kid doesn’t forget.
Forgive, yes
but forget, never.
Kids don’t make the rules,
but they’re a product of them.
And no matter what you say
after the fact,
the fact,
is still a fact.
No matter how old you get,
respect isn’t due
remember,
it’s earned.
You see,
enforced respect holds no weight.
Power, yes
but honor, none.
Kids don’t make the rules,
but they abide.
They see,
and survive
no matter the so called times
that they’re raised in.
You can try, but
you just can’t fool kids.
No matter how old you get,
right is right
and wrong is wrong,
things never change.
Except for the kid,
you see.
Words Of An Average White Male 