Written on one of my angry emo days, when I thought about giving up on my dreams. But don’t worry, I don’t think I’m giving up anytime soon.
Photo from That Hipster Porn
A Letter to the Better by Jemar Souza
If I’m the only one really feeling me -
Ahem,
Masturbation -Then for me,
Maybe success ain’t meant to be.Translation -
These thoughts flow fast and foolish:
I don’t know how long I can do this!I get tight -
Jewish.So please,
No mazaltov’s, while I’m sounding off.You can’t hear me?
Damn,
The sound is off.Turn it on.
Turn me up.
Listen close.
Listen up.Chumps,
This world ain’t made for us.It’s shame
This game strains all mayn women and childrayne
Choosing fame.Psh,
Even if it aint fame.You just tryna make a change
And find yourself NEEDING CHANGE.But ain’t no body tryna hear that.
Nah,
Go Get a job
Yeah,
Go pick a lane.And stay in it.
They strangling
The very essence of life -LIVE.
You try to stay positive
As you’re dying.
You’re trying
But find yourself CRYING,WHAT HAVE I DONE?!
Where did the years go…
Where have I been…?!I’ve been stuck,
Stuck making bucks
That aint help my luck to feel successful -
I’VE BEEN FUCKED!Ha,
And so the theme thaws out.Burr,
It’s been so cold.Go, go, go
GO FUCK YOURSELF!You might as well.
Hell,
Fuck everyone else.That’s my advice.
But it sucks,
‘Cause look…
I bet this poem stays stuck,
On a shelf,
Never read at all.So I give up,
And do the 9-5 crawl.But hey,
Ya’ll do better ya’ll.
Ya’ll do better ya’ll.
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Previously: Zee
