Confessions of a Ranting Lunatic

so lately I’ve been tired.

Though the green tea makes my brain wired
It seems my eternal spirit has expired.
I am so sick of disrespect, neglect, and a lack of connect,
But most of all
I’m sick of this tight pain deep within my chest
That I wake up every day with
Start off every morning “shit,
Has it really boiled down to this?”
Get up every sun rise
(Can barley stand the sun shine)
And subject my self to a routine search for bliss
despite life’s razor sharp kiss?

And this phenomenon only happens to me..
But I seem to be always burnt like forestry….
Deception lies and theft is a common routine
In my life long search for friends who are trustworthy.

Now give and take I’ve found a few
And until the day I die those ones I’ll hold on too…
but I’m sick of “unconscious people” ‘s mindless point of view..
maybe I’m ignorant, maybe so are you
but hey….we can’t all fit he same shoe….

This can’t be all there is to life
Push up bra’s, miller lite,
Stupid people, drunken nights,
One more guy cheated on his wife,
If it is
I’ll pick the first cheapskate with a knife
And start a fist fight…..

and who’s gonna come around to save this mockery?
Not bush and daddy, and not mtv.
Originally it was supposed to be the people called “we”
But I’ve lost hope in the term
“we can do this, you and me.”

Hope, a word I used to hold dear to my heart.
But the only word in life that’s ever torn me apart
The fuck up thing is right from the start
Your hope’s bitch, she’ll twist your brain like mangled body parts.

I guess I’m trying to stand tall….
And remember the people who contribute to us all
Because every day I see those who ask for little, get nothing.
While those who demand riches, run freely ignoring the small
Percentage of hard working factory people that make the toilet paper they wipe their ass with.