His mind is fixed
Still thinks mine is mixed
Yet, my mind has changed
I am not deranged
Yet, he doesn’t see it
Thinks I’m full of shit
But my seeds grew
The wonderment of manure
I’m not some clinging vine
I do not mope or whine
I am not dependent
Stars and stripes – INDEPENDENT!
I’m not a wretch needing counsel
He saw too many films like ‘Psycho’
It isn’t my fault his freedom of choice
Too bad he can not hear my voice
For if he had, he’d learn
That him I do not yearn
Just wanted understanding
But his hearing’s notwithstanding
That’s my explanation of my being
I know I’m a human being
Who’s been alienated – okay.
I’ve accepted I can’t stay
For I’d be talking to a brick wall
Which he’s just another brick.
And the concrete thought is thick
Middle finger do I flick!
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