An Uproar Made Easy

 

A tragic mind interbred with unfit memories.
A starving ache, a hint of craving thoughts.
Five star coffee shops, and small conversation.
Give me some thing to bicker about:
Not some thing I can throw up in your face.

These malicious people, and half-hearted tales,
Can you not see I don't give a damn?
You brag, and beg, and talk about daffy subjects:
My face isn't hidden, can you see the empty stare?
Toleration is but a simple, impatient drive.

You are simple minded, and natured all wrong.
Your mind is weak, and your heart is amiss.
Pave it with dispensable desire, and live it well.
You don't intimidate; I can see right through lie.
Quit trying to play it off so well, now.


I'm better at the game played, you are a pathetic sole.
I've beat you so many times before, oh,
It's becoming a habitual impulse inside of me.
I don't want anything to do with you,
Let me lay it down, a clearly typed message:

Lamentable tears in complication, that's all you are.
You waste time, and too much precious space.
I'm sick of it, and I'm sick your make belief words.
Take them and run, before I make a decision,
And I tear them from your piteous mouth.

 

Reviews

[Legion]

Bravo! A message well stated. I hope that the recipient understood it though. I like your use of wording here. A dawning of realization piece about the situation at hand and a way to deal with it. Good work.