i die in the end

Oh say can you see?

The next 6 months are going to be rocky in America. The stock market is about to tank; and its starting to crack. The Republicans will probably regain the Senate. And now we have our new fear friend Monsieur Ebola wandering around like the new Boogey man that America does not need. I honestly do not think the US is going to be a pleasant place to live in for a while. Not like it’s been pleasant for me. Piece of crap country…

I’ve got

I’ve got reblog nightmare blues
the kind that hit your head before
the pillow PRONGS!!!!
onto your head
saying
my shit ain’t good enough
no it’s better
but what is the cost?
leave it all on the table.

I’ve got reblog nightmare blues
nobody reads it
three notes
nothing

trash at the poetry table
laments

I’ve got reblog nightmare blues
the kind that hit your head before
the pillow WHOOOOSH!!!!

You’re done

Life is done

A sad and sultry troubadour singing bad rhymes to any care

Flying prayer

Because the world is round
I’m flying
Like a stone skipped
Charging
Through the ether
I’m returning
To somewhere my soul
Has once seen

I want to manufacture deja vu
So I’ll sleep in the air
The land of dreams

Come heal my vision
Oh ally thus.
Speak your dreads
To my sullied ears
So I might make a lovelorn spear
To raise a silly canticle
Yelling
Ahhhhhhhhh
Loooooooo
Haaaaaaaa

Millennial Me

Feeling like the teacher only ever disagrees
You’re the frozen in the moment
you’re the me
Walking through the forest
of the prison sea to sea
You’re the lightning
You’re the lovers
You’re the me

And all I’ve done
is run run run
just like the moon
afraid of the sun
Oh say can you see
Millennial me
under the gun

Waiting on the telephone
for some welfare and reprieve
she’s a cancer to the wealthy
she believes
She’s loaned out her future
for textbook conformity
but the wisdom in the classes
she can’t see

Save me from this feeling
that I’ve got no keys but too many locks
but I’ve never been found before I was lost
And make me a symphony
with my friends and my misery
they know there’s a line that has been crossed

And all I’ve done
is run run run
just like the moon
afraid of the sun
Oh say can you see
Millennial me
under the gun

Here is the Music Video of this poem

A Reddit comment that explains a lot

The link in /r/Philosophy was about how much we work in the modern world:

"you are essentially employed by sociopaths that control all aspect of most of your day 5 days a week."

Reply:

"Well said. We spend most of our waking hours in the company of sociopaths, doing our best to escape every day as unscathed as possible, and —depending on your particular character— working hard to either not become like them, or trying to emulate them in order to better survive. It is no wonder that modern life is so taxing on mental health. "

Questions…

What’s worse?

If your shit is crap

or

your crap is shit

?

but your shit is never the crap

because that would be lame