21 November, 2008

whatever

rod mathews

blinded by a one-sided dream
schizoid delusions make me scream
when is it that all i am becomes too much?
forgetting empathy
Still that’s not me, I’m so in touch
not! wasted, bent “or” broken
I will be the geek, the freak,
the white boy or any token
pride, when the fallacy is stripped away,
is only falsehood that we no longer have to pay
hmm
whatever

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