i hide from the world with my underwear stinking of urine,
and i say to myself, that one day i have to compromise
and if i don’t compromise, then i should slowly die
for this world isn’t made for those who don’t compromise.
think about how much blood we need to mop off the ground
when someone decides to say,
“NO, I WON’T DO IT –NO”.
some of those men/women/children/soldiers/&goners were tired,
but as some stood, others fell forgotten,
and i don’t deserve to talk about these people, because
i am disgusting –another crown prince of the gutter
why propagate mendicants to rebellion
when there’s nothing to fight against,
except death by dissatisfaction?
with a black eye and a broken jaw
i am salivating
all over my chest.