PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Everything is sinking into something

Even you will be sunken soon,

I've been humpty dumptying myself off a wall

since I was four or five

since I've been alive

trying to break this crown I've placed upon my head,

They always come from thin air

these women with their wild ways,

I seem tame to the wild ones

and wild to the lame,

Stuck somewere in the middle

it's always the same strange struggle,

They approach me as lamb to the slaughter

I look them up and down like those awful billboards

"That's somebody elses daughter"

I don't feel badly as I should 

as we all have a dissapproving dad somewhere

I'm just giving him food for thought

Cannon fodder,

Remember teeter-totters?

A pleasant reminder when we were toddlers

that if you want to have fun you have to work together,

Nothings changed

we're all the same

except for the fact were on a ladder now

kicking each other off

climbing our way to some dream house

some 6000 square foot crap shack 

you fact checked on google as being perfect,

If it's worth it

have at it,

I'll stay grounded to what suit my moods,

People

People suit me right up and down,

In a material world 

the most important material is us,

that's what they forget to tell you,

that's what we forgot.