Run Along Now

It’s time to let it go,

Turn the lights out on that shit,

And just get over it.

Hopefully you’ve learned a lesson,

But now you need to,

Get to steppin’.

Better things await,

Beyond the next gate,

This was never meant to be your fate.

It seemed meant to be,

At the time,

But already this thing,

Has passed its prime.

There’s a whole world out there,

It’s time to see beyond,

This doomed affair.

Something new,

In its own time,

Will find its way to you.

The beyond right now seems scary,

But this toxic situation,

Is saddling you with burdens,

You should not have to carry.

Just leave,

Go about your business,

There’s nothing here to grieve.

There will be fun,

After you’ve found,

The courage to run,

You will see,

Times bright as the sun.

Your true destination,

Will not leave you bumped and bruised,

Not even figuratively,

You are not meant to be abused.

Until you are satisfied,

It’s not the end of the line,

It’s only a stepping stone,

Do not let yourself,

Be confined.

An Outsider’s Jingle

R-rated,

Seemingly always hated,

But never be a mirror image,

Of anyone but yourself.

Haunted,

By a feeling,

Of never being truly wanted,

Will keep your brain a-reeling.

Take a break,

A break from life,

For awhile,

Leave the world behind,

Learn again to smile,

Go re-find your mind.

It was said by Cinderella,

We all need some sort of shelter,

Well go figure out what could be yours,

Go, go far away,

Get to doing it,

Leave behind this world,

That’s trying to make you,

From yourself stray.

Don’t come back,

‘Til you’re back on track,

‘Til all your problems,

Have been sacked,

And you’re safe,

From going Snap.

You’ll be recharged,

But still,

Don’t be expecting miracles,

Remember,

Don’t dilute your personality,

Just for others who are critical,

And insist on causing for you,

Troubles by the barrelful.

You are R-rated,

Seemingly always hated,

Haunted,

Because you feel never really wanted,

But don’t let these assholes make you feel daunted,

Be yourself,

Yes fucking flaunt it.

Short But Sweet: A Night Owl’s Point Of View

Lovers of the graveyard shift,

People whose light,

Is at night,

Nine-to-fivers,

Call us not right.

We can sleep the day away,

And wake in the late afternoon,

We don’t rise with the sun,

But instead are more in tune,

With the moon.

Morning birds call us peculiar,

Because our way of life,

To them is unfamiliar,

But let me tell you,

Navigating the world,

Without all their traffic,

Makes our life,

Go so much smoother.

Many of us are introverts,

When we try to mix with others,

It most times just ends in hurt,

We are not though,

Drawn to all things infernal,

Just because we happen,

To be nocturnal.

We are a group of rebels,

Such special little devils,

Our perspective of life,

Is sharp as a knife,

We are smart,

And we are fun,

If you consider yourself normal,

It’s from your kind we run.

Today

It started out just fine,

But it takes just one motherfucker,

Crossing just one line,

I roll my eyes,

And happen to look up at the sky.

Oh my!

Look what’s rolling in,

Out there on the horizon,

I wish,

For once,

To be the clouds,

Instead of the one they shroud.

Clouds,

You may as well stay,

Your presence,

Mirrors my mood today.

Are you laughing,

As you rain on my parade?

Do you find it funny,

To fill my day with gloom,

Making sure that in my life,

No flowers are able to bloom?

You are welcome,

To bring with you a storm,

Just kindly make it strong,

Strong enough for the winds and waters,

To wash gone,

All that’s wrong.

Clouds,

I see you’re forecast to stick around,

I hope that’s not also the prediction,

For my current vexation.

Clouds,

Instead of being a mirror,

It would be more satisfactory,

For you to be a wall,

That I could hide behind,

Until my way is clearer.

They say too much sun can burn you,

Maybe that’s the silver lining here,

Good things can have their own ill effects,

But when the sun’s shining so bright,

Bringing all that cheer,

It’s easy to get blinded,

Then once the downside hits,

Which rest assured it surely will,

Life will start to go downhill,

And there you are,

Life’s no more the Ritz.

Clouds,

You make me have a thicker skin,

You make me tough as nails,

So keep it coming assholes,

This bitch will prevail!

Really???

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Be sure not to come,

Around me no more.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

That one is such,

A fucking whore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Turn around and head,

Back out that door.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Go lose yourself,

Down by the seashore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

You just caused me,

An additional chore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Keep it up,

And you’ll go poor.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

You should know,

All that’s only folklore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

There was lots more there,

Than just a core.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

That one’s full,

Of blood and gore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Tomorrow you’ll be,

Fucking sore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Now all night,

I’ll hear you snore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

She can’t even cook,

She uses Knorr.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Now there’ll be,

A huge uproar.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

I fucking said,

I needed four.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Not everyone enjoys,

Halloween and Horror.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Get your ass ,

Back to the store.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

No I don’t want them here,

They’re a bore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

They’re nasty when,

You don’t free-pour.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

I’d say it’s time,

I even the score.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Go hide that shit,

Inside a drawer.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

I said hind,

Not fore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

That’s just ugly,

What you wore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

I ought to hit you,

With an oar.

Inspirations From Lig-Mik-Bed

The unsuccessful outcast,

The little piece of shit,

One of few labeled a piece of trash,

In a world chock-full of unrealized garbage.

You know,

The one who takes the fall,

Wishing only to blend in with the wall,

While being labeled a culprit,

Forced to take that fall,

For others’ bullshit.

The black sheep if you will,

Taking unrelenting taunting,

It seems it’s always something,

Family, friend, enemy,

It’s all the same,

I believe frenemy,

Is the proper name.

Of absolute unimportance,

Just a stupid maverick,

The face of whom,

Makes them sick.

The rebel the renegade the prodigal one,

Tries to keep under everyone’s radar,

Yet each action is noticed,

And just another reason,

To be the subject for everyone’s fun.

The topic of lies told,

And when these falsehoods unfold,

It’s the disgraced one who’s forced to be bold,

To go out of their way,

To save their own ass,

Then is accused,

Of having no class.

Fuck these assholes,

The ones afore referred to,

As unrealized garbage,

They front behind a façade,

When they go off on their tirade,

Not giving a fuck,

That they are causing undue strife,

In another’s life.

And to these assholes,

The ones afore referred to,

As unrealized garbage,

If you are one,

Try to understand,

You’ve been seen through,

And the ‘trash’ wants no more to do with you.

Yes this one you have labeled,

As weird and not normal,

Has cut you off,

So let’s not be fake,

And think of more lies to make,

Don’t put on a show,

Just shut the fuck up and go,

You’ve been dismissed,

A backbone has grown,

And it’s now known,

You’ve always been foe.

Actually, You Suck

Mind your business,

You piece of shit,

Too bad for you,

If you don’t like it,

It’s my life to live,

And not one fuck is given,

About your opinion.

Not being traditional,

Does not warrant a pill,

I think you may just need to chill,

You are not superior,

Just stop being so bossy,

If you don’t want me to act so saucy.

My calling is not good enough,

To you it just screams trashy,

God forbid I’m unlike you,

An idiot I must be,

Since I’m lacking your degree,

I guess that must mean,

I could never be ‘perfect’ like you,

You’re just so fuckin’ classy.

You assume yourself a saint,

For choosing silence over sound,

On your temper you put a restraint,

Your logic says you appear angelic,

For leaving opinions unsaid,

But I see through this false front you paint,

I see that you’re a prick.

I have a problem,

It must be solved with option A or option B,

You insist I should be just like you,

By choosing option C,

But C does not exist for me,

And behind closed doors,

I know your life does not flow smoothly,

Like the false front you paint,

For outsiders to see.

A loser you say,

You have this,

I do not have that,

I can see what you’ve got,

You forget I am not blind,

And I can use my own mind,

Here that thing is just not wanted,

And to me that ‘awesome’ thing,

It’s just stupid shit,

So be mad,

Feel hate,

I know all about,

The false front that you paint.

What I have my hands have earned,

How it’s spent will be my choice,

As will be anything you hear,

Uttered by my voice,

I do not strive to be a saint,

And a false front I will not paint.

Do not expect my sympathy,

Next time Karma comes a-knocking,

You talk shit about me,

When I have a calamity,

I like seeing the tables turned,

Maybe you’ll wake up with newfound empathy.