Fool’s Gold

There’s a woman in poverty somewhere in America scrapping for pearls on the roadside

She can’t hide the pain felt inside she’s tried to show and prove but it hurt like brand new shoes

Lost her will time again repeating the same behavior that defines insanity which is her fault

It means repeating the same thing expecting different results she taught her daughter right from wrong but it just sounded like the same ol’ song not long after her daughter repeated her same behavior so is there no end to this problem of inequality trying the desperately escape poverty

Begging to make ends meet selling you mind, body, and soul can take its tool and make you grow old way before your time to shine let’s define the twisted reality of a woman named Sally

Some people didn’t like the way she walked, talked, or carried herself in public she’s a natural born hustler doing anything to get it s**t just doesn’t make since the hope of a false prophet of pyrite poetics spitting this piece on stage to display her story and let the world judge and critique

Clowning on social media but in reality many more things go on that we cannot see so this story had to be told it seems most have been falling for the fool’s gold

 

Sipping imported crushed grapes with female presence in a London Winehouse the singer is unknown but has so much soul I was told the love for me runs deep and she could never see herself with another after me could be the special technique of how he touches me she taught silently or the way he says my name in his sleep or will it be forever in day until the pain goes away just to stay permanent heartache is my truth I told her that’s much easier to remember my dear and why are we still here watering seeds that won’t grow I had to let your heart go and the memories will soon fade away since I’m a poet I was taught by Robert Frost that “Nothing gold can stay” sometimes I get carried away with romantic escapades and overly sensitive material that’s blinding trying to eyeball raw diamonds with a H classification taking a vacation in Amsterdam to rehearse dialog with an old man I am the councilor’s advisor on these matters like the mad hatter with lack luster material wishes outside of my element of these isolated incidences It seems I can’t get love right although she’s been good to me I still feel the vacancy of supreme mathematics devotion and currency see these material things mean nothing to me I just wanna be free

 

She said, “Silly rabbit tricks are for kids” so what’s so funny every time I see you chasing waterfalls you fall pulling yourself back up by the broken bootstraps and mending countless broken hearts that many can’t fathom living an eternity trying not to fall for her face, smile, walk, and talk is inevitable ever since Eve bit the Apple it’s bound to happen in the Matrix I was told by the Oracle especially since your soul is immortal and you still can’t get it right that may be because the isn’t a right or wrong way to love it’s just all the above emotions are controllable flirting with a beautiful disaster is all it may take to make the heartless beat faster an uncontrollable substance that’s nuclear when detonated an explosive explosion of overdramatic feeling and emotions the oh so very fragile, weak and brainwashed innocents of embellishment

Will fall for anything so take this one to heart from the start and remember everything I surly do hope so because all you have been chasing these last thousands of years has been nothing but…Fool’s Gold