famously forgotten by younger tweens
anxiously arriving at angled screens
too stimulated to hold conversation,
we stand justified, for condemnation
forever caught up in the internet
our bold attention you can never get.
they mock us, for dismal distraction
but all of our parents are just the same
solitaire, news, the bible, the murders
they swallow the media but never care
to search inward alone, to better themselves
just placing the blame on some one else
we're stuck in an a.d.h.d. society
focused on lgbt propriety
but we're never gold, we never leave
our pride, from us, you'll never seize
what we do in the bedroom is news to you
something you judge, something askew
what i know now is something new:

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rant
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i'll never ever be one of you
so sad and lost and always fake
so mad in lust, you only take
what you want for yourself,
what you need for you
to put up on a shelf,
to never use.
you collect and you stare and you pick apart
anything not your's, when did you start?
was it when you were young,
and didn't get your way?
threw a dumb tantrum,
on the ground you lay -
beating and crying on what's most stable
the ground, the earth, on childrens' fables
you toss and you turn, unacble to accept
that you just can't, and so you wept
and your parents gave in,
let you have that dumb toy
that you enventually forgot about,
that discarded joy
but it's because they gave in!
it's because you got to learn
that if you cry hard enough
that no will slowly burn
simmer down the lowest setting
and you can always get by
without having a wedding
you'll push and you'll prod
til they eventually say yes
and you'll fuck and you'll take
until you think you're the best
but i know something that you don't
is that when you think you're all set,
you most surely won't
be able to look back, with no hint of regret
because you'll know the wrongs you did,
you'll remember the eyes' you've wet
all because those fake crocodile tears
let loose in that walmart,
in the very back, all those years
spent lying and stealing and stepping on toes
cause you couldn't stay calm
when faced with your woes
you lashed out and hurt
whoever you saw
whoever wouldn't listen
to your side of the law
and though you may be rich
and buy whatever you want
you'll never be missed
by the items you flaunt
so seeking out fame for material alone
will always end poorly,
you'll always cast the first stone
cause you based your experience
on a time long ago -
if only you whine louder,
you'll never have to reap what you sow