Spitting Venom for the Dosing of Reality

An ode to my middle finger


Who am I?
I am not you
Would I be?
I would rather be a fool
But then again
You play the part so well

Such brilliance you proclaim
When you look in the mirror
Knowing how much power
Your cold heart has

You play a part for others
You kiss their ass well
Then it's all about you
And how great you are

But you look as though
You are joking around
Pretending to be a fool
Then actions speak louder than words
You really never pretended
It was all about taking others down with you

I don't write this for the art
I write this for the rant
Put this in your grey area
And smack yourself with reality

No idea why these people are so blind
Guess they just don't want to see what is in front of them
They want to believe the words of their master
Even though they proclaim themselves owned by no one

Even when someone gets mad at them
As the veil of deceit comes off
They end up submitting to his will
All because they need the resources to stay afloat

In the realism they seem to kill

It's so popular to be the fool
It's so popular to be fooled

Who is the fool?
Who are the fooled?
I don't care anymore

I would of rather of been the fool
So I would of never realized what was going on
But still standing on my own ground
Never succumbing to
The redundancies that stand before me

I would rather be alone
Than someone's puppet show
This soul is mine
And mine alone

Mine to own


Ranted By,
James Darwin Smith II