King Fuck of Shit Mountain

my heart forgives against the crippled tongues
who pick the words with the least meaning to hide
that which is most meaningful to them......

....and the whole world is lashing tethered hands
to the back of my neck to mark me with welts for their jealous eyes to demean upon
and condescend the ones they fear are better than them,
mocking every stammer of my stride,
making my clumsy way of living seem as a chaotic dance in convulsion and seizure.....

....and so many have made an art of fucking up;
metallic moral rods rammed up their asses to replace their withered spines,
a mind on crutches, soul on life support,
drugs burning in the bloodstream.....

....too much life will kill you fast, not enough will kill you before you pass.

love arrives insecure with defenses flaring,
conditional, sanitary, and generic.....

....i have a simple plan to overcome
that involves smiles and jaded eyes,
broken homes and aborted lives

i am beautiful
i am worth loving
i am successful
i am the King Fuck of this Shit Mountain
(rinse and repeat)