An Update of Sorts: A Poem
This is a poem, though it may not seem
To be so much the cost of a dream
A cost so great, it breaks you down
But turn that smile upside-down
Frowns abound it sounds so bound
To make you cringe, to make you drown
To heal thy broken heart instead
Focus on getting ahead
'Believe in yourself', they say to me
Yet I do not know what they see
Maybe it’s the spark of hope
Or maybe it’s because I smoke too much dope
But I see the future coming to pass
I just don’t want a kick in my ass
Prophecies yet fulfilled, terms yet agreed
What is my most noblest deed?
To myself or others?
Call me a Sinner, and I’ll be your brother
I will not be forgotten, yet I wish to be pure
There is too much at stake to deny the allure
What sorrow shall suffer next?
Hopefully it’s something, I hope it’s the best
It’s just the tip of the Iceberg
I’m talkin’ about my penis.
Winter is Coming
All over your tits.
The Harder They Come
On your face.