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So sick of silence broken
and plagiarized with play tokens
somebody stole my only daydreams
and took the credit for my miseries.
I feel suffocated boiled up and blind and
claustrophobic completely insufficient indignant and defiant i'm trying to remember all the names
of the ones who hopped aboard the taken train.
They took my constitution
tore it up and made revisions
changed the color of the ink
tried to forge the way i think.
So sick of tired nothings
that have the gall to put a foot in
never knowing they're unwanted never having a guilty conscience.
I've been "rolling with the punches"
i've taken all i can there's something
sad about the symptoms of the ordinary man.
I don't take relief or comfort in ignoring the rise to fame of the tedious and tiresome the pretentious, dull and plain.
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