14 November 2013

The Equity of Resolve

Without meaning and full of falsified intent
Why have a bag full of morals to show off
Losing your dignity
Just allow someone to punch your teeth out
Smile politely and ask for more
You'll disarm them every time
I promise you
When those days come
All I want is for my head to split wide open
For every thought, feeling and ideal to spill out
Be placed neatly on an innately woven rug
That I'll sit behind
Legs crossed in the street
With a flat cap upturned
Begging for people to throw something at me
Thanking them through half broken teeth
Blood stains on my collar
No longer hoping for what I deserve
Taking what I expect in the grand humour of Its design