The March Hell (2/5)
The burst of an engine through a light once yellow/
but when turned red a victim laid dead
Guess thats my face under large hot metal/
Scars stay as the body will Fade like Carmello/
Sorrow is felt as he who lies solo will belch
Break through// onlookings as he becomes Welch/ like a grape fruit// an aim stick left on the felt/
Never know that was much more than a softdrink/
Could not afford Robbittusin when I was coughing/
Could not afford burials so we built him a coffin/
Turned on the world and marveled at the others/
Brokenhearted lovers/ suspend our own heartache/
And made things real that were distant and fake/
No one man on my road ever payed taxes/
Yet government sitcoms kept us all laughing/
More money more problems and so they say/
But one problem is more dense when you cant pay/
Was adopted out of an orphanage life was swell/
Now “America is there to catch you” everytime I fell/
But when I was in balance perspective changed/
“Competitive” it’s called when they cheat in games/
Walking on the ledge// balan-cing oer head//
Attempting to make head// toward a slice of bread//
Handing oer slices of pizza to a bum/
Yet, this world wont even give me a crumb/
Factifunctal origins heads stuck on pavement/as fear
Bright light too late Shocked in amazement/ as deer
I grew up from the ground and they called me Herb/
Not Kohler like the toiletbowl but instead with word/
Those days have gone past no shadow of mine/
My mind has cut them like I did a fellow in line/
And lost all remorse// for like salad with sauce//
It defeats the purpose of existence// in an instant//
Like humans with no rain// hunters with no game//
Adopted the mentality transformed into a foreigner/
to self// one trying to corner/ this wealth//
Winning mentality is great for the mind/
But it whips you bad like a kid out of line/
Making you more of a loser//
Cause now its “show me
second place, and I will
show you a loser”//
See what I see through eyes painted devil red/
Don’t hold doors Girl just grab a chair/
I told them all kinds of lies on my journeys/
Trying to advance like the rounds in a tourney/
An attorneyist mindset as I was practicing/
Had written statements that I was referencing/
And I assume they wished me an early departure//
But no remorse/ for the lipgloss/
My mind well trained I was just smarter//
More global and unpussillanimous/
Always confident and decisions unanimous/
To take time to temper treacherous temptations/
Resolve risk resonating in retired revelations/
Though I risk all word of mouth// I have been to church several times so let me spell it out//
I gave up on all these cravings/
For once saw a ghost
in a face I loved most
“under this bed are THE steps to Satan”/
Tis tickling why the hunter becomes the hunted/
Cowhers in the empty and hides in the crowded/
Though I speak of self an unsympathetic soul simmers// thawing a cold heart for it all withers//
In a line that stretches to hell/
What my thirst would do for a well/
Harboring defrosting glaciers that would hinder/
the occasion like thanksgiving with no winter/
I wouldn’t care//
just as I began to change/
and to the evils become strange/
I fell on concrete that wouldn’t spare//
To even let me lose all my grey hair//
I know now that I am deceased/ and though I speak/
of the devil I had been/I gave in to a solution and thought I am clean/ but after all that I have seen/
I am amazed that I died a priest//
I guess only God
can bake bread
for only he know the ingredients of a yeast//
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