Do you see those smiles
Do you see how fake they are?
Pat you on the back
Then plunge the knife in far
Deep down in your spine
Rendering you helpless
A world of shit
A life that's hopeless, yeah!
Just like a dog, their nose is in your crotch
Sniffing to see just how vulnerable you are
Make you smile, tell you everything's alright
But deep down their cancer rots you from inside
Internal rot eats your blackened guts
Vomit green, blood clotted chunks
This is the disgust they feed you
This is the diet of lies that they've fed you
Infected with multi faceted propaganda
Yet you march on like nothing's happened
You cannot smile and you wonder why
This is your life until you die
Eternal smiles on their glowing faces
Glowing with false pride
Thinking the world is thie oyster
While decaying on the inside
Can't you see the shadows
That lurk within your soul
Spineless, weak, and shallow
A doormat for your lord
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Thanks Purple! I wrote that in about 20 mintues while at work yesterday. I work in an office setting, and I'm quite the opposite of the office mindset.
I was watching my supervisors walking around and smiling and laughing and acting like life is beautiful, when we actually work in a pretty lame job. Then I spiraled out from there.
I'm going to work on it some more, or maybe leave it as it is...and incorporate it into lyrics for a song I am working on.
I was watching my supervisors walking around and smiling and laughing and acting like life is beautiful, when we actually work in a pretty lame job. Then I spiraled out from there.
I'm going to work on it some more, or maybe leave it as it is...and incorporate it into lyrics for a song I am working on.
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Nice poem Gore! I guess you didn't choose the handle GoreCore for your poems about fuzzy bunnies and pink and purple daffodils eh? hehe
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Use the Earth to sew...
Use the Water to grow...
Use your hands to pick...
Your fingers to pack...
Use the Fire to burn...
Use the Air to breathe...
AND TOKE THAT SH!T LIKE A MUTHA FUCKIN' CYCLONE!!!
-Derekson
Use the Water to grow...
Use your hands to pick...
Your fingers to pack...
Use the Fire to burn...
Use the Air to breathe...
AND TOKE THAT SH!T LIKE A MUTHA FUCKIN' CYCLONE!!!
-Derekson
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