
A demi-God among semi-devils
Never alone I’ve always had the judgement and critiques
To keep me company
How dare I reject the pressure?
Forge my own path and ambitions
Surely a one-way ticket to destruction
And yet, I look at the daggers stuck in the trees behind me
If only Cupid had such weak aim
My love made me a “degenerate”
My love made me open my eyes
I’ll be running, skipping and flying
Until the next asteroid comes ablaze
Men, Women and Children
Penis, Pussy and Pacifiers
I am bored out of my mind
A formula tested, true and sometimes toxic
The liquor is poison to the brains of its victims
I presume that never quite stopped me before
Only I hate the taste of liquor
And you loved it
When you believed you had the upper hand
It is not me without faults, it is me without your control.
I paid my fines and dues
My improper consequences
For defying the mold
You all casted for me
However
In retrospect
No one ever did listen to me
When I said “I am human”
Labels and projection
Sticks and Stones
You can't box me in
If I am meant to stand out
...and while they were conforming
I was redefining
Does that make me crazy?
I might be crazy
About the Creator
Oscar Wilson
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