Who do I need to impress?
By putting myself under duress?
Does it really matter how I dress?
For this silly thing they call ‘success’?

And what about the way I act
Can I publicly keep my undies intact?
Or empty out the remnants of urine?
With everyone asking me where I’ve been?

Seems I have to take care of it all
And spend much less time at the mall
Maybe I’m just interested in all
What I can do…call

Rather than maintaining the ordinary slew
Of commitments, relationships, and financial piggy bank
That grows and subsides as I live
Yet still, they all want me to give

A shit about whatever they’re selling
Material thoughts keep on swelling
My brain that’s already cramped
With ideas of how to stay camped!

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter!
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s