Community Poem – Book of 2012, Chapter 8
Awake, regardless of what it takes
No matter how high the stakes
What’s with all the optimisim for fuck’s sake
I mean, optimisim is overrated anyway, isn’t it ?
Who cares about optimisim, just silence the bloody mixer
She cares too much, there’s no way to fix her
She holds the World in her heart and feels every flood and quake
All the suffering makes her soul ache
But she smiles…
And her teeth are…
Dear God ! Dear God !
Let me see my own flaws first
I wanna reach my highs but I gotta visit my lows first
Because we all know, big failures produce great comebacks
But to walk away as Tyson not Ali, your opponent in shreds
Jab, cross, jab, jab uppercut, knock down
Well, you can’t find a job if you stay home and that’s what’s up
Because it ain’t going down until you get downtown
What was I talking about again ?
Oh yeah ! Chub Chub’s likes men now
Likes men !!! Think I’m on acid again
Tripping into thinking I’m among the fishers of men
WHy I scribe with this pen