No Eraser
What I write is real, it's raw. I can't soften the blow in a pill nor a song. I can't give you a temporary, satisfactory, sensation, because what happens when the buzz is killed? I can't take you to another planet connected to my verses and flow. I can't take your emotions on a ride, but yes, let's bond through these rhythms and blues, let's sway to this jazz, lets jam to this rhythm and poetry, but what happens when the chorus ends? Write me a book, take me on an adventure...please, slur society, but who are we really degrading? Write about how this world could be better, write me fiction, write me an allegory, but who are we really trying to fool? Marry me, if we get that far, because who really does? When less than 2 percent of us make it out of the jungle why hunt? Teach me, because I simply don't understand. If a monkey can climb a tree faster than a sloth is the sloth dumb? or is he just slow? I'm sorry, I don't understand, I'll just put down my hand. Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name, They kingdom come, They will be done on earth as it is in heaven, give them this day our daily bread, as for me? I can't accept it. It'll ruin my figure, decimate my frame, so, thanks, but no thanks. I apologize, to me, because I can't accept myself, I'm sorry, that I reject ME, even though HE made me perfect, smooth strokes, no mistakes, no faults, no errors, no eraser.