Purpose

I chase purpose and not paper
I drink bourbon without chaser
I curse like a sailor
Without a navigator
Keep a conscious mind
In a constant flux of lies
I grab a pen
And become Kylo Ren
Create wars inside of stars
To make them “great again”
I’m no Republican
I’m no Democrat
Just an independent vision
Trying to end corrupted rats
Some say I’m smart
Others think I’m crazy
It’s like we all work for nothing
But we also can’t be lazy
What’s the common man to do?
This is more than me and you
And that’s just the half of it
You must bust your ass
For material trash
And be grateful for having it
Never get hurt, never get sick
Feeding off crumbs
Even water tastes like shit
This is absurd to me
The machine loves to take and never share
Can’t even afford my surgery
And you call this health”care”?
I am aggravated
I am astonished
Not motivated
High pitched like harmonics
Speaking through Ebonics
It’s hard to swallow
Faking sickness
For a different tomorrow
Leaving empty handed
Watching sin and misfortune
Televised in Spanish
It’s a cold world
With even colder beliefs
Evil transcribed through a scribe
Giving me the creeps
Hear me plea for my life
Call me Herman the Recluse
As I write out a truth
In the middle of this gloomy night
We all serve a purpose
Figuring out what exactly that is
I’m nervous remaining purposeless