PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Sit right back and i will tell a tale of life and tragedy
Might not wish to pry but you will ask me why
Soul survivor of a drive by drama of self inflicted battle scars
Yes i know what you thinking and yes it is odder than the fiction of your reality
Have no fear i don't wish to judge with my house made out of glass
For you see stones would crush my house of cards quicker than your eye
Is this your card no you didn't fall for that now did you
Every second you think you know how this goes your mind screams stop reading
You would love to comply but what's the fun in that plus your smarter than me
Proceeding down this flawed logic you check your watch and then your phone
For exactly the same reason you have this compulsion to be heard
which lets face it its amusing and definitely not absurd..as this
The elevator stops and you try to guess who's behind the door and surpriset
Its your friend whom you never speak to and neither of you knows why
So small talk and gestures and polite lies of lets catch up and away you both go
Liar liar pants on fire yes i am eight what's it to you
Sometimes you make me laugh as you try to be so eloquent
Don't get it twisted perfection is worth the journey been on that trip before
The food sucks and the false pretenses bore i am willing to succeed but not by being the worlds whore
Not that way wow come on just keep up its ok to be going down the rails and rabbit trails
Of literary garbage you must admit after you stopped your logic trip this can be quite fun
Yes this is the song that never ends the party that never stops this is better that rerun of cops
No matter how you slice it cheese is still going to be hams best friend
Did you hear that noise yes that's you my friend dropping IQ points
So now about the tell of two tales and the art of war its really boils down to the simple truth
The believer doesn't care who is really right or wrong... wow thar's deep lets continue shall we
The one telling the story usually has the agenda and most likely isn't being true
Because who expresses outwardly when they are really hurt do we as humans
Crucify ourselves first...then we gather strength and sweep the cob webs
And set right our path again its then we share and grow and move on
But the logic in your pocket says no that's not right but then your iphone makes a noise and you forget everything
How amusing it must appear that you can no longer hear...the truth remains but you no longer care
I could tell you i am superman but am afraid to fly but its ok to shoot me i wont cry
Ooops times up my microwave hungryman says time to go.....hahaha look at you just said no
Once upon a forest trail a person stopped to write dog gone and nothing more
till this day everyone thinks where did i put my remote........just saying