Against All Odds

Against All Odds

My mother is an asshole

Sorry, for that! - So now am I!

Seems like I can't get any better

No matter how hard I may ever try

I buck the trend, strive against the stream

Swim against all stupid or reckless all so tide

Notwithstanding the more I want to achieve

The more things get me more to some hide

People used and like to suck out and dry my fortune

Pretty soon they rack the focus and spit you "prettily" again out 

In the name of the one and the only "God" nowadays called "Money"

"For good measure" being "holier-than-thou" and idiotically proud

I know my weaknesses, I'm not perfect,failures don't end to stick around

But yet, am I therefore really not worth a thing, a person or two?

Can't there happen one single good beyond my control?

A feeling or a memory, strong and lovely new

Have I to be some perfect to be loved?

Have I to be that perfect to be undeniably true?

Have I to be perfect to be the priority just for once?

To be once for all one's satisfyingly intimate clue?

I can't see any good and  no persuasive cause

In being courageous, honest and foolish sublime

The world is such a monster not caring a shit 

If you're really right or if to be you seem

Maybe I am "too" weak, "too" soft, "too" far beyond understanding

Maybe I'm "too" sensitive, "love that one", as they like to repeatedly rhyme

Maybe I'm such an idiot, well-earned and pretty insurmountable

Incessantly CASTING PEARLS BEFORE THE SWINE

No matter what I do, nothing is really enough

No matter what I do, I never fit

No matter if I live

Or if I quit

I used to thing very different - "Once upon a time...?"

Distinctive, devoted and "God almighty" that naive, yep, divine

However, maybe there's simply what you do and what you don't indeed

Maybe no matter what you screw it do, it's overall "fine"..!

The main point is, not to forget, you do it for money

The main thing is I have money no matter how at so all

The main issue is not to partake some little humanity

Having at that "Generousness's Supper" a ball

Won't say that I wouldn't appreciate

To be financially  independent and free

But before I'd be loved for my achievements

I probably would prefer in dignity to hit the sea

My mother hates me, condemns me

Is a wall of prejudices. - So am I, right now

I really want to save my nauseated butt for good, for sure

But, "To hell...!" - I don't know, "Damn it...!" - "Bleeding...!” How?

GOD, bad timing in case? But "The last calling", I guess

Signing me to mirror a happy veracious me

Send me, oh, an angel of epiphany

Let me GO and let me BE 

4:35 pm

06/07/15