The shit talking behind closed doors and the fake shit through the window...
Come outside and say it like a man.
Come outside to show me that you can.
I don't wana fight, but I'm not gonna demand.
Anything and everything is open for the slashing.
Like rooted secrets that pop through the cracks.
Unbelievably hidden in plain sight.
With big smiles, and left rights.
You're like a transparent square.
You're not complex at all.
I can see right through you, you know I can.
Putcha hands down, let's fight with words.
On your home field, a dark place with fake ass shaded lights, fake ass cheerleaders and those fake ass mights...
That's indirect for the taking.
I mean a self destruct,
I mean a red button,
Fuck...
I mean a rope, a knot, and a tree.
Hang on, play dumb like usual.
So I can tell you you're dumb like usual.
The different same conversation like usual.
What's new with you because this is worst than the usual.
And oh here I go again putting my hand out like usual.
But this, is the last time.
Take it or go fuck yourself and your new usual.
YOU ARE READING
Beyond
PoetryThoughts and ideas that go beyond the norm. Words that together sum questions and answers to what we see each day. Beyond what we question and imagine. Through the works of poetry collaboratively an expression of what I imagine beyond what I truly s...
