Ah, Another Poem About Existence

Yes...another poem about existence. Largely talks about ...existence. I hope you enjoy your existence while reading this. Not this...the poem.

Where did everyone's smiles go?

No miss, thats just the overusage of

Mascara masking the frown you're making

WIth your lips

Those aren't tears, you're just reenacting a seen

From your favorite movie

Where the nice couple kiss in the rain

Because thats the only time you want to touch

Some man's lips

But I don't blame you

I blame film directors and screenwriters

That raped the mothers of invention

And claimed to be fathers their sons

But were never around to nuture them

And help them evolve into innovation

Writing fathomless scripts about

Their weird reality they're still certain

Doesn't exist, containing

Purposeful existentialist and

Nihilist fashionistas,

It only exists when someone acts out their script

When chaos pauses

And a camera captures the conveying of clauses

Spreading joy to every listener like

They were linguistic Santa Clauses

Well f**k your gifts

My ear canal is a clogged chimney

Yea I know the dust bunnies look depressing

But there's no f*****g way I'll let those

Words shimmy their way through

 

Where did everyone's frowns go?

I know you're supposed to take what life gives you

But life ain't a doctor with a perscription to give you

Because he self-medicates with scientific journals

That give him the impression that

Whats best for you is to be the same normal

Clusterfuck of impulses who pretend to be cool

Initiating conversations with "Whats up?"

Or have small talk because they don't have

Anything important to say because they dont

Have anything important to do

Because they don't have any where with a meaning

To be...but the statistics don't say they're just

Pretending. Unbeknownst to them

Life is a sequence of events

One in which you should be allowed to f*****g cry

Because you're a sentient being

And sometimes can't answer your own "Why?"

Because you're capable of sometimes feeling like s**t

Life IS hard

But you're just softening it's blows

By always padding your clothes so you don't really feel its fist

They say the world ain't fair...but they missed the jist

Its not about fair and unfair

Its about sympathy and care

Versus apathy and being unaware

Of the fact that somebody

Has a face that looks just like yours

When you mourn the death

Of part of you

Because they've been to their own funeral

A time or two

 

Where did everyone's ability to hear wander off to?

Some song telling you how to feel

Isn't trying to relate you

Its throwing phonetic shackles, trying to enslave you

And so far its been successful in opressing

You're ability to distinguish you

From them, and sometimes her from him

Even though I hum slave songs under my breathe

And still know that slavery is destroying what little

Is left of your self respect

I'm a free man

Emancipated from their inadequate proclamations

Paint me no black faced Compact Disc washer, but I hope you

Can at least think for longer than the one

Song you love that makes you think spans your attention

 

Where did everyone's vision go?

An eye for an eye only leaves less than half the world blind

The rest are ducking the poking fingers

And trying to save their good eye

Which means equality only exist until

We've distinguished a minority

WIth lesser abilities to survive

Then s**t....its us against them

Strike them for laughter

And pretend we don't see the pain then

Ignore the shame

Even with one good eye

We've got a whole f*****g brain

 

Who still smells? Really?

I mean, if you did

I'd like to think you could

Smell your own bullshit a million

Repressed thoughts away

Perhaps its still hidden by perfume

And cologne

But as I say that

I'm starting to hate the smell

Of this poem

And i can't get its stinch off

I've tried, even pissed off

My mattress springs as they waited for me

BUt they smell too much like me for me to want to be

On them for upwards of 6 hours

Still I do

A man's gotta sleep somewhere

That line smells like some hair gel

Too many men wear

But hopefully this one smells rare

I used to have a b***h

And the only thing that drove it away

Was the aroma that came in a glass bottle

Shaped as a house

With the word FEAR being on the transparent

Front door

This house was cologne I chose to wear

She loathed that smell

One thing I couldn't tolerate

Was how she painted the walls

Her favorite color: Scare Tactics

 

 Who can still touch something?

All that skin stimulation you've gotten from

Your loved ones doesn't mean they loved you

They just wanted to touch a you

And sadly those are the only ones that do

Aside from cold hearted men who

Only want to get close to you because

YOU LOOK HOT

Then they back away into a shady spot

Alone to cool down and find a f**k in another clone

Or those self-conscious women who think

You'll be the defense mechanism that helps them get

Rid of their conscience

Until they find out you're not a misogynist

And loathe the thought of toching your lips

With anything but the hot air they're blowing

Out of their mouth while they tell you how much

They hated Mr. Freeze for poisoning her Ivy

With his

Touch

I still say...to you

Expand your f*****g wingspan man...woman

Til each hand can reach the next

We're never out of range just afraid to

F*****g stretch

And stop hugging people with puppy love

Like they're your pets

 

And still I wonder, who the f**k senses anything anymore?

We're just one ball of confusion responding to

Stimuli in our environment

But we're too f*****g set in our instincts

To remember we're sentient

And can think for more than an instant

Like a fire ant even has a glimpse of a thought

Advising them to repent

We are not just f*****g animals

We are not just animals f*****g

We are f*****g people

I adore you for that

But I implore you to chase fact

Like its the fleeting moment you last felt loved

Like its the best person you've yet to meet

Like its constantly just out of your reach

Because we've got nothing but ourselves

And thats something that I think

Could be the best reason to be