Weak

No,

You are less than the worm.

When you are put in the ground

By the touch of God,

You will stay there,

Yet the worm,

Born in the dirt

Will raise himself

Up to the sky,

And feed on your bones

Along the journey.

Never

Will the world rise in unison

And give a damn

Positive, Negative, nor Neutral

About any gold medal,

Satanic Deed,

Or general apathy

You bestow upon the world.

Repress

Any joy or despair

Be a grey cinder block

In a construction site,

Numerous and ordinary.

Take out the rusty shovel

From the weathered shack.

Bury whatever dreams

You have in this life

Or any other.

Fling the stars

And mountaintop homes of Gods

Into the muck.

Bring everything

Down

To the level of dumb beasts.

Let us wallow in s**t

And scream at the sun.

 

Reviews

[Jason Henry]

f*ck yeah! this is just effin awesome dude...
unique... raw...true...f*ckin brilliant is how i'd describe this piece. my mind if flippin over how crazy this piece is...thanks for sharing this dude...
(i never write review like this...loool)

[Pink Poison]

Wow I LOVE this! It is so very powerful and it really tells it like it is. I love the whole thing but my favorite part is this:

Take out the rusty shovel
From the weathered shack.
Bury whatever dreams
You have in this life
Or any other.
Fling the stars
And mountaintop homes of Gods
Into the muck.
Bring everything
Down
To the level of dumb beasts.
Let us wallow in s**t
And scream at the sun.

That is the core of the poem and sums the rest up beautifully. It could stand alone it's so good...Great job. It's definitely going in my faves!