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Can’t Have Both
I do what it takes
I put together every word so carefully
trying to bring out an emotion
hoping some body is listening
been doing this raw for way too long
starting to sound like the same old broken record
still I say what I want
never mind, I say what I have to
if only to keep my own sanity
it was how I was raised to be
you don’t know love
you don’t know hate
you don’t know art
how to blend them so seamlessly
how to make every word count
you don’t know
but I do
yeah, it doesn’t make sense
it’s above your head
because you never took the time
you rather be a sheep
go ahead, get back in line
read the same old bullshit
with three simple lines
while I’m here wondering
where the real mother fuckers at?
all I see is internet drama
writing poems to get themselves off
poetry is no longer a passion
it’s a means to cat fish the lonely
you don’t know life
you don’t know death
you don’t know this fucking world
never cared for it’s problems
kept hidden inside your box
jacking your mind off
guessing at this point you stopped reading
moved on to some cyber ass to kiss
being this open is a gift and a curse
you see, on one hand I could make friends
on the other I could make art
can’t have both
I put together every word so carefully
trying to bring out an emotion
hoping some body is listening
been doing this raw for way too long
starting to sound like the same old broken record
still I say what I want
never mind, I say what I have to
if only to keep my own sanity
it was how I was raised to be
you don’t know love
you don’t know hate
you don’t know art
how to blend them so seamlessly
how to make every word count
you don’t know
but I do
yeah, it doesn’t make sense
it’s above your head
because you never took the time
you rather be a sheep
go ahead, get back in line
read the same old bullshit
with three simple lines
while I’m here wondering
where the real mother fuckers at?
all I see is internet drama
writing poems to get themselves off
poetry is no longer a passion
it’s a means to cat fish the lonely
you don’t know life
you don’t know death
you don’t know this fucking world
never cared for it’s problems
kept hidden inside your box
jacking your mind off
guessing at this point you stopped reading
moved on to some cyber ass to kiss
being this open is a gift and a curse
you see, on one hand I could make friends
on the other I could make art
can’t have both
Published 4th Nov 2018
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