![]() Rolling StonedA Poem by nickchidiacWith the color of caution, and the texture of a rotten banana, You are the rodeo clown, Which distracts me from the angry bull I’ve become. Everyday you wake to an orgy of drugs and dirty hip hop music, Paint your face, And become the ‘where waldo?’ of society. To see you is to accomplish a rarity Only comparable to witnessing a mangled car wreck. But as with all car wrecks there was a time of graceful elegance In which smooth sailing was the objective. A time when you and I had something I considered to be worth while. But that was a mere allusion. It took the end to make me realize The intoxicating spell you had me so blindly under. Just like the rest, I would have taken a knife to the temple in your glow-in-the-dark honor. The word “jump” spoken from your tasteless lips Incepted in me the gratifying urge to ask “how high?” And when it did turn sour, I was left broken with a throbbing heart Which I am still struggling to get off my sleeve, While your heart is powdered to your face And thus never skipped a single beat, Making me the pining virgin who just couldn’t get over you. Well I’m no longer that naïve little boy, Infatuated with you mirage. I’ve waded through your ever-thickening bullshit To see you for the hoax you really are. And look at you now, Homeless and attached to you silly addictions of heroin and dick, Everyone know every intimate detail of the pornography you call your sex life. If only you could have seen in me What you were so convinced I could never be. But you had you shot babe, And you blew it sky. I long for the day you come across these fateful words And realize what the real world thinks of you. Congratulations on your ‘freedom’ The emptiness fits you well. © 2010 nickchidiacAuthor's Note
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12 Reviews Added on August 4, 2010 Last Updated on August 4, 2010 Author![]() nickchidiacWalnutport, PAAboutHey my name is Nick. I'm 20 and I like to write. Music is a huge influence in my life and my ipod has 12,000 great songs and is pretty much my prized possession. I write what I feel and that is someti.. more..Writing
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