2007 January:

Speak ideals with inebriates and half wits who deal fight and spit in their own social context
I’ve stayed weighed down by my bullshit, actionless, day by day I sit, and occasionally steal life with a kiss, a gesture, a fist
Rationalize indolence just so I can soak in my indulgence, with a promise to myself to take freedom as an adulteress
But these still continue to be mere sentences, that disappear and turn into thin air, hanging around us like ethereal necklaces
Even my acts of defiance are compliant to the accepted social order of David to Goliath But in life’s terrible parables, David is defeated, and parallel to his motionless corpse lays the slain lord Jesus
Quixotic aspirations decay to misanthropy
Today is just a dilapidation of yesterday, a spurious copy
My hope’s shadow for a beautiful tomorrow is lost, battled by the sorrow of life’s incumbent inertia, dreams exhaust
Routine smiles beam into the cold black holes of my eyes
Every pathway designated, every word contrived
I recognize this absurd lie that’s so dutifully regulated
Still, when seeing through the serpent’s veneer of purpose, I can’t offer my actions divergence
Laugh, clap, smile back
Even these rhymes continue my delaying from some liberating act
And this whole time, I curse myself for staying stuck in this habitat, this bourgeois barless trap