Dirt
it’s like your a speck of dirt
that i can’t get rid of
it’s like you’re under my skin
dirty and rot
it’s like i wash and wash
but you’re still there
it’s like you won’t leave me alone
because you’re afraid to be alone
it’s like you look my direction
but offer no clothes
you’d rather see me naked
and be a pervert.
it’s like the dirt specks
piled up piece by piece
and the evil people
represent those specks
and they come together
to make mountains of dirt
that eventually will fall
like falling rock
like unpredictable lava
like the wild animals
that migrate, they are
the oceans
will cleanse
the storms
will be chased
the lightening will crash
and the thunder will roar
but let me guess
they think it’s them
or that they did it.
they think everything is them
but i see them with no connection
lost from their own deeds
their own actions
their own misunderstandings
they are prisoners of
so they enslave us
to feel better about themselves
when what they are searching for
can never be found
you can dissect
to the last cell
you can beg for hell
you will wish to die
but see me instead
waving goodbye
forever.
(copyright kerrious 2016 with all rights reserved)
