What am I angry about today?
I appreciate your forwardness
But that would have been a good question, had I,
Like many others, taken refuge
In considering only one avenue of thought.
No, the question I choose to engage in
Is what shouldn’t I be angry about today?
‘Cause every day feels like a cleansing, having to dig deep,
Sifting through bags of dirt, trying to get to
That which I’m naturally drawn to.
How many have grown accustomed to garbage
To the point where the day-to-day
Has become a matter of finding
Which landfill shines the brightest?
Variety is the spice of life and yet I believe
There a too many cooks looking to touch the lining of the cookbook
It’s over-kill; I mean, look at all the ingredients cluttering the cabinets
Look at all these wannabes donning chef hats
Sprinkling all manner of seasonings in the kitchen;
Hoping their vision of the right taste sticks,
All this with little regard for the consequences.
They preach visions from their wet dreams
A near clinical state of delusion,
Claiming to hold answers on what’s best
For you, me, everyone and the greater good.
It’s a shame
That those who know what they are talking about
Meld like clay,
With those who wish to be part of the aforementioned.
Watch how they flinch when I share my own worldview
That if there’s a heaven, everyone will make their way to it.
Because I believe God makes no mistakes with his creations.
But no, they say, those who do bad will burn, they say,
Like seriously, are you that sick?
So sick that you’d seek catharsis from the smell of charred flesh.
I spend as much time talking about religion as I do
Tossing unlit molotovs at different riots. None.
I don’t judge you, so don’t judge me.
Do what works for you and let me do what works for me.
With the state of the world
It’s hard to know when you’ve got your hands on a sure thing
So excuse me for believing in a little more light,
Excuse me while I choose to believe in a world
With a better ending than the one transcribed.
– O.D. ©2019
Art by: Aenami