I'd
always been told
I'd
understand when I was older,
but
now I am old
and
I still don't understand this shit at all.
Marionettes
dancing in time,
marching
staccato, autopiloted lives.
Suffer
the grime
to
make it only as far as the sprawl.
All
anyone wants is to be needed,
need
to feel a fire, burn to be defeated.
Find
words to be heeded.
Obedience mollifies their discontent.
Tell
me what it's fucking for.
Promise
me no one should want something more
Dare
us all to ignore
what
this country is supposed to represent.
So,
sadly, here's my last pretension:
still
fucking the system and screaming dissention.
It's
not flouting convention
to make damn sure my life is always my own.
It's
just, these days I'm fucking tired
of
bigots and cheaters and assholes and liars
telling
me what to desire.
I've
sinned and binged. I've transgressed and I've atoned.
Just
take me home.
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