Auckland Poetry.com

You say you are braver, superior, smarter,
Your pride, ever swollen, has poisoned the air.
In fact, you are already deep in the gutter,
You’ve merged with the shades of the earthly despair.

Your crave for respect, much more cash, a career,
But luck’s velvet fingers won’t grant you a touch,
Your purpose is being in front of the rear,
You cannot believe that it costs one too much.

The same elevator, the buttons in rows
From Monday till Friday. The same boring week.
You press button ten: you are taken below -
Regarding your dwelling, emotion-sick.

You crave for respect and life-long recognition,
But rich-colored life is behind your bent back,
You don’t realize it’s a bitter position,
You’ve never considered the change of this track.

You say you are braver, superior, smarter,
But you are deprived of the pleasure of thought.
In fact, you are already deep in the gutter,
The look of a shadow is all that you’ve got.

Dive into your own damned lake,
Take the turn – I’m going straight.
Your intended failed mistake
Has defined your only fate.

No, I cannot stop the herd,
I can’t drain your ego’s gall.
I can neither beat one nerd
Nor by words defeat them all.

But my keen and poignant phrase
Does reveal my only wish:
Live your own rusty days,
Poison your fucked up damned dish!

In your masks you look the same,
As perfection cheats on you.
You deny your spirit’s lame,
And this way you prove it true.

You are not the ones for love to know,
You are not the ones for life to please,
All you hunt is dirty euro dough,
It’s, in fact, a terrible disease.

Your infected ego is inflated,
It will burst and poison all your veins.
Even when the beast is saturated,
It is still your helplessness that reigns.

Every step you take will be declared
As the most expected epic fall.
I’m the only poet who has dared
To announce the truth, to say it all.

I’m fully devoured by hate,
My mind has been brought to stagnation,
It’s my unconceivable fate
To get slightly less estimation
Than sluts in a changeable guise
Or fools wasting time on careers.
Well, who is the one to despise:
A poet or one of those peers?
They fear the joys of today,
They fear the freedom addiction,
And I have no words left to say
When called a damn tough contradiction.

You’re shallow as a pool of dirt,
In which your semi-force has drowned.
Your words are pointless and absurd;
You spread your helplessness around.
You hide behind your ego brand,
You contradict your each demand.

You’re freedom-proof, yet still aware
Of all the grieves of your position.
Wipe out the rust of your despair -
Your brand is someone else’s mission!
Your programmed life has gone astray,
Your days are like a failed replay.

You wake up at six: intercourse with your spouse.
You’re under the blanket with tightly shut eyes.
At seven a postman arrives to your house
With two printed portions of scandals and lies.

You turn the TV on. Your damn daily dose
Of lies is exceeded with fresh morning news.
You firmly believe global changes are close -
You have no idea they’ve hidden the truth.

In life you’ve achieved less than nothing, you’re poor
Though you were the best both at college and school.
Well, man, who are you? You are not even sure.
In fact, you’re a pawn in the game of a fool.