-I wont sugar coat this-
Offer you a heaping spoonful of honey
to make this go down easier

There is no need to soften it with prose or rhyme.

-You deserve to hear it...feel it...revel in it..-

I need to Spew....

YOU- took me at such a tender age
ripened me upon your vine of delusion
YOU closed my mind, then raped it
Leaving to overflow with your deceptions
You forced a feeding tube of fear down my innocent throat..
An etheral Mr Goodbar mayhaps kind enough to enrapture me.
Your God, Your fear, Your poison..
YOU pumped my fragile veins full of vested sin
When all it truly was.....My own braninwashed concious
YOU - Are organized religion

YOU -said it was alright to murder,
as long as it was for you..DO it for freedom...
Come on, tax me on my very breaths
A democracy, or so you claim..
What truly rolls under your 300 count sheets, only greed
YOU live the good life, while I sweat to break my back
I feed you, entertain you, funded by the fruits of my labor
YOU take , mold, break, Seek, Destory, Disarm..expectantly
And still, you call this honor..
YOU - Are Government

YOU -told me to look just like you, a mirror image
Borken, shallow, a facade of wanton nothingness. WHY?
Eat until your full, make sure you vomit though, swiftly
Conform, you said, to mindless wisdoms, dullard visions
Maybe Highlights would soften your pallid face.
Perhaps exercise would trim those supple thighs
Surely, being a servant, will fill that void inside.
A little make-up can hide so many flaws
Black always makes you look thinner
Dont sing in public if your tone deaf
Enjoy the music, by tapping your foot in silence
Dont live to please yourself, Live to gain my graces
ALWAYS be a LADY
YOU- Are Society.

YOU- Told me to obey
Allow you to make me all you never had the balls to be.
When I moved too fast, You said to slow down
Trudge along as a sullen snail, all in YOUR time
I wasn't speeding, I was QUALIFYING, and guess what?
I made it..
When I twisted my will
You laid a loving whip across my naked back
If I didin't cry enough
You tried the backs of my knees.
A fist to my cheek, a roundhouse to my outspoken jaw
All for love, for my own good. Your scars remain
No stitches will hold them closed, the wounds still seep
Your love is unconditional.....Lucky Me...
YOU - Are Family

My tears laced this page, as I jotted down random thoughts
Do any of YOU even care?...So fucking what??

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