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Just some shitty poetry I wrote
3 years ago
The Bohemian King and the Dumpster Savant
Beholden onto me, ye dumpster savant!
This bohemian kind finds you not to taunt.
Bequeath to me, your shining sea, your loving gaze, and withering ways
Underneath it I see, discourse it all be, you half-hearted tease, this indulging decay.
Beneath it I See! All this dumpster distraught,
The Bohemian king finds you not to daunt.
All I find are fools above me, they bring me to my knees, I hate myself this way.
A savior of the trash, regardless of the filth, is filth not like me?
Now this is the way, a rubbish proud heretic lounge.
The best kind of debauchery, only a pauper can scrounge!
Seven sins as they say, talk to me I’ll give you it the best way.
“Sober as a sorry cunt”, sorry to be blunt, I’d rather be the fox in a hunt!
Twelve steps may save thee, but hell, I’ll yet see you free!
Hate yourself for all it’s worth, hate the world and every person on this earth...
Find yourself in the garbage can, love the refuse and decay, adore the rot and dismay, salvage the shit and pointless discard, I know you’ll find it in your heart;
The smell offends like a bell from hell; but I know this well, this has been my life and I take it in strife
Was I here at all? I simply don’t recall. The clock-in says it all.
I’ve been wasted yield on a plowed field, mind weakened and body stilled.
Yet can you see? We’re all we can be… here in the supposed land of the free.
We have what they’ve given. but either dignity be a riddle, or just forget it and get shitty dental.
If life if a constant bureaucracy, paper and pen, I’d sooner give in-
To a theocracy that’d see me crucified and dead.
Cultures change, we trade one more lie for another in exchange.
I know well the toxic sham busting this dam. this woke shill, taking every hill
“be me, or be nothing!”, one might say. Fucked, as I’d say in such dismay.
This dumpster fire burns, how did it become so much my concern?
To which I’ve learned, chaos of the heart is only ever earned, and it will forever burn.
Sing it like a songbird, write it like everyone else has always heard.
Cursed be it… the inspired trash who will resent life, love, and pursuit of anguish.
love all that one may, love yourself at your own dismay; this is life, what else but thus?
Contemplate what you may, you desperate twat. one thing means another, It’s all for one’s own thought.
Forget me, lest you be a dumpster savant!
Beholden onto me, ye dumpster savant!
This bohemian kind finds you not to taunt.
Bequeath to me, your shining sea, your loving gaze, and withering ways
Underneath it I see, discourse it all be, you half-hearted tease, this indulging decay.
Beneath it I See! All this dumpster distraught,
The Bohemian king finds you not to daunt.
All I find are fools above me, they bring me to my knees, I hate myself this way.
A savior of the trash, regardless of the filth, is filth not like me?
Now this is the way, a rubbish proud heretic lounge.
The best kind of debauchery, only a pauper can scrounge!
Seven sins as they say, talk to me I’ll give you it the best way.
“Sober as a sorry cunt”, sorry to be blunt, I’d rather be the fox in a hunt!
Twelve steps may save thee, but hell, I’ll yet see you free!
Hate yourself for all it’s worth, hate the world and every person on this earth...
Find yourself in the garbage can, love the refuse and decay, adore the rot and dismay, salvage the shit and pointless discard, I know you’ll find it in your heart;
The smell offends like a bell from hell; but I know this well, this has been my life and I take it in strife
Was I here at all? I simply don’t recall. The clock-in says it all.
I’ve been wasted yield on a plowed field, mind weakened and body stilled.
Yet can you see? We’re all we can be… here in the supposed land of the free.
We have what they’ve given. but either dignity be a riddle, or just forget it and get shitty dental.
If life if a constant bureaucracy, paper and pen, I’d sooner give in-
To a theocracy that’d see me crucified and dead.
Cultures change, we trade one more lie for another in exchange.
I know well the toxic sham busting this dam. this woke shill, taking every hill
“be me, or be nothing!”, one might say. Fucked, as I’d say in such dismay.
This dumpster fire burns, how did it become so much my concern?
To which I’ve learned, chaos of the heart is only ever earned, and it will forever burn.
Sing it like a songbird, write it like everyone else has always heard.
Cursed be it… the inspired trash who will resent life, love, and pursuit of anguish.
love all that one may, love yourself at your own dismay; this is life, what else but thus?
Contemplate what you may, you desperate twat. one thing means another, It’s all for one’s own thought.
Forget me, lest you be a dumpster savant!
