BS

You can take your fake ideology
And cram it in my skull
So you can watch me shit it out
During the end.

You can take your fucked beliefs
And shove them up my ass
So you can watch me stumble
During the end.

You can take a vacuum cleaner
And suck out my life and soul
So you can watch me fade away
All within the end.

You can take a drill and saw
And cut me into bits
So you can watch me bleed and scream
All during the end.

You can take your body and
Rape me fucking hard
So you can watch me cry and die
All within the end.

But in the end, I'll stand among your brain.
I'll fry your head on my pan and
I'll stab your heart all in the end.
'Cause in the end, payback's a bitch.

So keep it up.
Do what you want.
Cause in the end.
I'll have my fun.
Fuck you.

A Passage

I don't know what I'm writing for.
Why should I write this?
I don't know what this poem is for.
Whom so I won't miss.

I don't know what I'm writing for
With elementary rhyme.
Something you pick up in middle school
Or on the blogs online.

I don't know what I'm writing for.
This poem has no main theme.
I don't know if its worth my time
To even have a dream.

I don't know what I'm writing for.
I guess there is this thought.
Beneath every single word
Lies a poets heart.

I don't know what I'm writing for.
For poetry from me
desecrates the English words
and humanity.

I don't know what I'm writing for.
Putting myself down?
My words are just as good as yours.
Even underground.

I don't know what I'm writing for.
For everyone's unique.
The words that flow throughout my soul
Also have poetic streak.

I think I know what I'm writing for
This poem is my release.
To take me from the real world blues
And save me from the disease.

I think I know what I'm writing for.
I'm saving my own thoughts.
These words were meant to form their bond.
Whether you like it or not.

Society

Drop outs work in fast food chains.
Minimum wage will still not change.
Republicans playing unfair games.
Democracy is going to hell
and we're not OK.
This world still hasn't changed.

Violence is spread out on the street.
We're in a war with the Middle East.
No reason for it, can't you see?
Nuclear waste land zone.
Sadly broken homes.
This world still hasn't changed.

Families are living in cardboard shacks.
Children are eating people's trash.
Government makes them suffer more.
They'll turn into survivors
and they'll be stronger than before.
This world still hasn't changed.

This world still has long ways to go.
With global warming, poverty, and snow.
The annihilation trend we go.
It's time to make a better place.
Progression is a go.
It's time to make a change.

State of Being

She is dying.
He's feeling alone.
He is crying
trying to run and hide.
She is ready
for necroptoliptic beginnings.
He is hungry
starving for some truth.

In a state of mental health.

She has died
many year possessed her.
He has tried,
but he can't try anymore.
She is floating
her way to the cemetery.
He can't take
this shit anymore.

In a state of mental health.
In a state of mental health.

A hole be dug.
She's put into the ground.
He's arrested
for some stolen money that he found.
Maggots eating
the way through her cold flesh.
He is screaming
for somebody's help.

In a state of mental health.
In a state of mental health.

She is rotting.
Her soul roam around.
He's rejoicing
and pissing on her grave.
She is haunting.
Pay back be a bitch.
He has now died
because she slit his neck.

In a state of mental health.
In a state of mental health.
In a state of mental health.
In a state of mental health.