What the Stupid People Do
Accordingly... I want you to know:
This is not one of those typical "let's all feel better with this great quote from my friend or a song or a movie that really really really describes me and my life and how I feel", for, let's face it... Even in the difference of opinion on music or movies or entertainment, we're all the god damn same... so, here goes.
I hate to tell you this
But previous comments you seem to miss...
I'm trying to get you to understand.
I think we're alone in this:
Homework, love, music, kiss...
There's just no way you'll understand.
It doesn't matter what the fucking world says
And we don't live for the world's benefit.
Live for your god damn own life,
Something you will never hear:
"Be selfish and never fear
That which you don't know."
For, if you do, you must realize...
You'll simply wind up with a lot of
Questions and we already have enough of those. Don't we?
That didn't rhyme... but I do not care.
This isn't a poem about love or life or death or
Whatever the hell else...
I believe this is for you stupid people
who rarely listen to what others say...
Maybe you should take a leaf out of their books...
CAUSE THEY'VE BEEN THERE ANYWAY!
Shut the fuck up,
I do not care.
Anymore.
I'm sick of living this stupid life.
And I must know more somehow.
Or else I'm going to have a cow...
AND SEND YOUR GOD DAMN ANNOYING CARCASES TO HELL...
I swear I'm not under stress...
I vow to never let you rest...
Until the day I seek revenge...
FOR POLLUTING THE PLANET WITH YOUR GOD DAMN STUPIDITY!
Ah, hell... don't take anything I say
Serious... I mean, come on! Why listen to me?
I'm an idiot just like you!
Idiots multiply...
First one, now two...
And now the whole WORLD complies...
With what the STUPID PEOPLE DO!
But... let's use logic, for we rarely try to do that...
We'd maybe be farther than we are.
I do not care about your problems,
Although I may listen
Although I may comment.
You think in 100 years anyone will know?
Well... maybe if you're another Poe.
But even him we still hate and despise
For filling up our little heads
with depressing poems and books and deaths
And yada-yada I'm going to slice my wrists
Or fight your ways with my bear fists...
Stop making such fucking deal
Out of time and rides and phones and lives and homework and school pride and games and sports and grades and teeth and hair and books and magazines and watches and clothes and money and food and love and sex and ruling the world and diets and colors and your own problems and noses and looks and lovers and amends and backpacks and future and past and buses and cars and wars and sand and summer vacation and nails and comics and computers and zits and chains and rap and pop and fixes and drunken parties and drugs and lighters and fire and TV and shows and networks and touching things and lockers and pens and papers and notes and math or english and teddy bears and goats and holidays and year books and chats and sizes and fat and thin and plays and instruments and clocks and balls and phone conversations and horses and fears and dark thoughts and paranoia and loneliness and hope and loss and snowboarding and skating and acting and classes and walking and relationships and names and dates and friends and cameras and pictures and stories and buttons and jackets and cold and warm and emotions and calendars and months and rings and braces and rubber bands and world peace and paper weights and jokes and light bulbs and the remote control and countries and bars and typos and discmans and CDs and icons and idols and weather and palm trees and girls and water and drowning and burning and poison and icecream and lunch and doors and windows and tape and confusion and tears and smiles and tea and plants and printers and teachers and points and winning and losing and flowers and midevil and yoyos and arguments and notepads and word documents and projects and walls and dancing and laughing and ropes and will and ways and boys and where and how and why and when and how much and tools and elephants and careers and sniffing and stealing and pops and rocks and soda and Iraq and watermelons and jack-in-the-boxes and fucking and not fucking and grenades and oil wells and silver and blue and black and nothingness and speakers and coffee and flashing and redial and pause and noises and losing friends and making then and summer camp and jewelry and hallways and heaters and kisses and licks and ticks and freaks and lolly pops and fudgicals and rocks and sidewalks and umbrellas and human rights and debate topics and english reports and history papers and being late and being early and not knowing and nuts and warts and breasts and hot pants and goodbyes and hellos and sun sets and midnights and dawns and words and and and and and and and and and FUCKING and...
Don't you ever stop and shut up for just one minute?
Why can't you just see things how they truly are?
On second thought, continue how you where...
I want to be the true one here. The list goes on forever, because you never end...
If death is silence, I'm not afraid.
I live only for myself.
I live only for my friends.
Walk outside and look at the sky at night.
Pick a star and think about this:
Nothing you ever do here and now will effect anything that does on in the solar system or any of the countless others.
So, please stop talking.
And start thinking.
You're not doing anything wrong.
The world hasn't ended... You're not big enough for that.
Perhaps being small and countless and insignifigcant
Is my only comfort...
Because I can't royally screw anything up.
Look straight.
See me.
Look down.
Do your own thing.
Look around.
See others.
Look up...
And do not worry...
You haven't fucked
up anything too bad.
So throw away
Those silly cares...
And don't listen to what I say.
This has all been in vain, but then again, few things aren't
So... I'm really not out of the loop.
(To anyone who gets that last statement, I applaud your thought processes)
Home
Poetry