The Fucked Up World

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

taken from my book, "Flavortism"

Submitted: July 18, 2018

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Submitted: July 18, 2018



The Fucked Up World


I'm fucking the world

The damned world

Blowin' all these motha'fuckas' brains out

Sky high, into an obliviation masquerade

This massacre will be sweet, indeed

I know the drama

__is over spilt milk not gettin' cleaned up

But I don't give a fuck for liquid lunch

This stupid world

__is too busy eatin' spinach

____to take a minute to help me kill you

If you know what I mean

My lofty brain

__is bruised up and battered

____by all the thoughts

______of killing ev'ry one

One by one

Having a grand ol' time

But it musn't be done

Who am I to be killing ev'ry one?

I look thru the world thru my window

And wonder how ev'rybody else can gain employment

While I get stuck having my resume passed up

I don't know what kind of America this has become

When only the sane get to find work

And I have to listen to them complain

__about me not having a job

It's not like my fathers' social security

__is coming out of their pay checks

Or is part of it?

Is that what it's so high?

Or is that just because he died?

If I didn't need the world to put bacon in the stores

I would have no reason to not kill them all

But I have to bring home the bacon

So the world needs to live

It's just so unfair

__that I have to choose between bacon

____and total annihilation

______of everybody around me

Now I'm angry at God

__for putting me in this situation

I wish I could sit up on a cloud

__eating Hawaiian potato chips

____condemning everybody

But without this added anger

I wouldn't be able to feel all warm and tingly inside

Which I know is ironic

But I'm not complaining



D. L. Cannon

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