IWROTEBETTERTHINGS
I was born,
looked around and saw lots and lots and lots of things to fix.
Immigration,
legal immigration, acceptance, white power, U.S, Chaos in the middle
east, intentionally misunderstanded religions, deaths, blood all over
the desert, changes of pace in the singular lives of the war kids,
kids... kids staring at they're parents weep, between protests,
protests moved by people moved by ideas that turn into ideologies,
ideologies that end some fortunate people's life, thousands of
thousands with the swastika, the hammer and the sickle.
There's
been rumors of war and wars that have been, the meaning of life has
been lost in the wind. And some people thinking that the end is close
by. Instead of learning to live they're learning to die.
Our country
is bullied by stronger countries that punish us off because of our
“there's no tomorrow” thing.
Banks, politicians, richs
thieves of the system, I feel pity for you all. Your big amounts of
money will make your life better, grateful and you're going to enjoy
life a lot with this immense lack of empathy, take that for sure. But
the more you love this life, the more you fear losing it, and
remember, we'll all be the same when the undertaker ends his work.
People rolling up their sleeve for a few bucks, unexistent likelihood
for the rich to help; unexistent likelihood for the rich to get held;
socially isolated people tryin' to get reinserted; bums, hobos,
tramps, som of them lost in mother madness, staring... staring at you
who philosophize disgrace and criticize misery; prostitutes vomiting
on the streets, university sophomores with gonorrhea, freshman high
school girls married.
As much as I'd like to write more things for you to read, I want you
to understand that I'm very tired so, if you want to get away of this
crappie world you're invited to my hut, and once there, we'll drink
and drink and drink till we forget everything we learned in this
world addicted to the drama.
This I about a man that left his fiancé for Israel. I don't know how
to title it.
(warning: very melifluous)
Red'll be the color of my veins in your
absence, angelical brunette carnation,
queen of my feelings,enchanting and
unique wizard of my soul with those
enormous feline darkbrighted glances, and
lips, fleashy goal I'll never reach before fillin' my coffin.
Skinned as the north pole, immaculate white
adding the personality of a dizzy and
nice character like a sunbathed morning,
ceaseless, immortal, untiring, as
hot as Virginia and Sylvia's oven who
couldn't expect their tragic end, neither the
Zionist who's debating wether I'm worth living or not.
