for homie, a time, a friend.

too intense for my own good
i should, i should
be made of wood

i shouldn't, shouldn't
care so much
i should be carefree!
a.k.a, "out of touch"...

but wait, but wait
i already am,
land of "do not give a damn"

land of left and land of right
lies and frauds, no end in sight..

"ultra-liberal", "ultra-tight"
asses, offended by any insight
that doesn't fit the agenda,
"the fight", to indoctrinate
"an anti-hate" state
that's filled with hate,
and smiles so fake..

misinformation, so "informative", so?
they'll only be happy
when we're all on skid row
then we'll all, be all, "the same"
fall in line, holding out palms,
"oooh, can't wait, look, a dime!"

given 'cuz we're so perfect 'n good
land of "never think"
that questionings' good..
gotta be polished, "politically correct"
or else you're alive, and then that's
labeled "a birth defect"..

to be "poster child-like", oh no!
"look what happens, we told you so!"
but we'll pity you, a glorified victim
vilified, from behind,
whispers, "look, what the right did, took 'em"
down a path called "on your own"
as in, decide for yourself,
"less bitch, more moan"

I'd rather be that
than a regressive progressive bore
no wonder fellow fags
don't like me anymore...

oh, I'm sorry, it's fellow "homosexuals"
is that still ok to say?
or has that been banned
as "ineffectual"

i don't know
and i don't give..
a fuck, i just wanna be free
and live...

in a country, less "cunt",
more comfy
without "proper behavior police",
offended, coming..

after me,
for just trying to live, "do my thing"
without the constant
"auto-corrective" sting..

"can't say this, gotta over-label that"
yeah, everyone deserves their turn
at bat

but that doesn't mean
that we're all winners...

please let me go hang
with the bastards and sinners
cuz I'm not "right",
and "supposed to be far left"
but I'm not really either,
so fucking shoot me
in my "pussy ass" chest..

but wait, you can't
cuz they took all the guns
and replaced 'em with "warm hugs"
that's no fun...

cuz i want to live in a world
called reality
but that's not happening
so then this, my mentality...

very few care, if i live or i die
that's just truth, doesn't make me cry
doesn't make me feel
I'm so god damn entitled
to think all my "friends"
will show up and cheer, my recital

the one i never had, "just for show"
the pics, social media, they were fake
don't ya know?

so yes, I'm "too real"
for my own good
and many things, i "just couldn't",
but could

couldn't play this shit,
they way "they" wanted
by "the far left, far right"
I've been pulled apart,
and confronted..

i mean, holy fuck,
isn't anyone, even human anymore?
do i have to be "picture perfect"
to knock on your door?

if yes, then I'm sorry,
then let's just "call it good"
cuz i just can't be, what they
demand that i should

I'm a "left middle right?" leaning guy
who happens to like getting fucked
and falling for, other dudes, men, guys

and yes, I'm aware
that makes me, the most vilified
for "my kind" to despise

cuz god forbid
we were more than a label
that won't getcha a seat
at the "beyond woke bitches" table

but it will get me going
towards the real place, i belong
with the "other ones" also
"not quite right", but so right
since we're, to the bullshit,
"so wrong"



bowen hart roselli
21 july 2020
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