It causes such dismay
when I don’t portray
the illusion,
when I bring accuracy
to the silent confusion
I’m looked at like a brute
who’s abusing.
That’s a turning of the table.
If I’m able to see through to what they really do, shed the skin off the poisonous, I’m accused of an instability they’d no longer trust.
I guess the truth is reserved for the rare, and honesty is an ability we don't all share.
I’m sentenced to watch botched behavior, and guaranteed blasphemy if I decide to be the savior.
Where is the purpose of not partaking in the worthless?
You’d think such a capability would be appointed with the highest stature of nobility.
No throne is appointed I’m lucky if a glass of whiskey is anointed. I sip what I can get, while I’m bound to just let my accuracy be something they'd forget.
I’m a stick in the mud, they keep making me dirty and they don’t notice how they hurt me.
I can count on them never being accountable, and so I live in an age old parable.
One with vision in a well of the blind, it’s a long standing hell of some awful kind.
As much as I’d complain I wouldn’t accept any offer to change.
Watching the deranged gives me lots to learn, and lots to laugh about, I watch them drive into a crash that I’d had no doubt was bound to come about.
Your predictability would be killing me if I couldn’t chuckle, when your minds buckle, flip head over heels and shatters the glass houses you built in your fields.
Sadly watching you walk into you’re guaranteed misery appeases me.
Watching you burn confirms what I’ve learned.
I would have offered another path
if you’re dumbass
woulda asked.
I could impose
and give you the answer
without you asking the question,
but it wouldn’t change
your direction.
I could tell you she’s not the one,
or that idea
wouldn’t work,
but you’d just think
I was a pessimistic jerk.
That statement wouldn’t really be wrong,
but you still wouldn’t be right.
And so I take delight
when you take
a nose dive mid-flight.
All you had to do
was ask me,
but now your wife’s
demanding a divorce
as you being pulled
from the crash scene.
I may be a pessimistic jerk but now do you see what I mean?
About the Creator
Mr. KUTZKY
All things dark and strange, the beauty of complexity, the isolation of integrity. Honest articulations on the perks and pitfalls of both. Keep your mind sharp and a sword to your heart.
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