If I feel what I say
And say what I feel
Keywords: ‘Depth’ and ‘Blunt’
Others… ‘Oratory’ or even ‘Sincerity’.
Some, ‘simply’ call it… Poetry.
Because I constantly refuse to conform
to these norms
That are all
So… now I’m weird!?
For constantly thanking the Lord for
and its how-to manual...
The reason why
I'm no one's answering machine.
‘Yes’ and ‘Okay’ are only heard when necessary
Ohkayyy… Now I’m stern?!
For ‘appearing’ intelligent
and glowing with enlightenment
Your senses can’t contain it?!
For having ears that don’t have lids…
So I HAVE to hear you
Eyes, that do
but, chose to stay open
Through the ‘hypocrisy’ of blinking
So I HAVE to see you
These fingers and thumbs for getting scarred and exfoliating…
As I dribble these letters into scribble
Why am I even bothered?
I want to educate you…
You’re better off with these fingers…
Cuz my tongue… *hmmm*
My tongue is split and forked,
sizzling hot, titanium tipped,
poison dipped menace
(think of what it’ll do to you)
*slings it out*
I don’t sting
That’s when everything goes wrong
Forgive me for educating you...
Forgive me for enlightening you...
Forgive me for warning you...
Otherwise I’d be seeking forgiveness from a deformed, mutilated, and poisoned cadaver
We wouldn't want that for me would we?
FORGIVE ME…… for being me…?!
Never knew how to be anything or anyone else!
(I just went ahead and did it, didn’t I?)