YouthI used to jump fences
run from cops
"vandalize" curbs with wax and paint
I used to have no excuses to not do something fun
I used to be wild, enough
a potential juvenile delinquent
I found out saying "Fuck you" was more liberating than adults had told me
I discovered how to crash
turn the pissed off energy into a focused stream
Never have I pushed as hard at anything until after I have wrecked
I miss the blood, it was a friend
I miss the new battle wounds marking my body
Flipping a skateboard into my knee
sliding across cement
hitting a tree on my bike
a pellet gun war
All the things I'm too afraid to do now
Adults hate blood
All the pissed off "Fuck you's" trapped inside me that need to escape
the lust for everything and nothing at the same time
I need to fill the void
I need to sit under the artificial stars of a parking lot sharing stories over convenience store sodas
Wasted PerceptionI wonder what will be left of my shell.
The outer coating of my resistance to show solidarity against the corporate world which surrounds me.
A complex distortion of self, part homogenized to love the products and brands of originality yet fully aware of a deep seeded disgust based within my soul that refuses the imagery they sell.
My mind is not my own but a series of ads telling me what to believe.
Buy this and you will be thin.
Buy these to really be loved.
Accept our constructed reality to stay content amid the disease of a failing system.
Watch our choose-your-own-reality to award a shell replicate of yourself both fame and fortune.
Pay no attention to the truth out the window, but feed yourself from the tit of corporate truth and reality.
Nature is the mistress of lies, seal yourself away and love the new family we provide you on Friday night.
Laugh at our blatantly fool hearted attempts to pull in the masses.
Be our lovers, you are no longer the lone savage staring blankly into