Category: /General/Symbolically against the wall
Punched in the gut
That I won’t rise up
To fight and flourish another day.
I could say
That you’re out to get me
And use the same tried and true alibies
That you don’t care much for me
Due to my unwillingness
To be a carbon copy
But when I’m pummeled for honesty
And of producing quality
I wonder if I’d be at such a disappointing place
If I had just shut my mouth
Squash the opinions
And be a good, golden boy?
I enjoy sleeping guilt free
And not being a fraudulent token
With second rate philosophies
To pilfer the public trust
Yet I’m deeply chagrined
That I’m being hung on the line
Due to being a lone wolf
Without merry men sycophants
Agreeing and picking up after me
For I appear to be easy pickings
For the limousine liberals
With their fake smiles
And phony compassion
But I’m still breathing
For good tidings come to those
That wait patiently.
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