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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: 'The Odd Ones'

Submitted: June 27, 2017

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Submitted: June 27, 2017



No souls allowed I said

I felt the rage build up as I spat venom

“Fuck the world,” I screamed at the top of my lungs

Screw your intolerance I said

Screw your corporate mindhive I said

Fuck you for no opportunities I said

As the world bestowed upon me an opportunity only an arms width from reach

I screamed ‘FUCK THE SYSTEM’

As the world gently pushed this opportunity towards me

I turned my back

I screamed ‘FUCK THE WORLD’

As the world whispered into my ear and blew the winds of change for me

I stared up into the sky

Ignorant, idiotic, fierceness in my eyes

I opened my mouth

Fuck you… I said…

The world had enough

The world heard enough

The world knew enough

Just as the winds came, the winds went

Just as opportunities come, opportunities go

Little did I know

My rebelliousness clouded me

My anger blinded me

My thoughts were a barren desert in a thunderstorm

My emotions were like a boat stuck in hurricane

I know I got no flow

I know I got nowhere to go

I know now how I was wrong

I know now that I must sing this forlorn song

Maybe we shouldn’t rebel

Maybe we should accept and excel

Maybe the world hears us

Maybe the world knows us

We all scream ‘FUCK THE SYSTEM’

Yet we all live off the system

Well what do I know

Im just a kid

Whos got no flow




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