You can't tell the truth anymore
Afraid to hurt another's feelings
Over reliance on sensitivity
While standing accused of someone you're not
Equal opportunity muckraker
Yet its funny
The same people you somehow
Put in their place
Are given free reign
To knock the taste out of your mouth
I'm not against a thorough soul cleansing
Keeps me on my toes
Forces me to be humble
Regardless of whether or not
I want to feel
Honesty out of style
Mediocrity is our new bible
Everyone wants to belong
No one years to be out of place
Brain dead conditioned robots
Only short circuit when you threaten
To take their precious materialistic objects away
Integrity is BS anyway
Sainthood isn't my occupation
Just check my personnel file
I'll grant you permission
Because if your mission
Is to talk smack
You better have something to back
You up cause Ray Charles said it simply
"Hit the road, Jack".

Your momma deemed you something special
God bless her but you're just another human being
Not immune from bleeding
Perhaps you were given preference
Not based on what you brought to the table
But I'm willing to ascertain
That you sleep very soundly
Nary a twitch of guilt
But I refuse to kiss your posterior
No one kissed mine
Don't say they should have done so for
I'm not a genius but
Ain't a fraud either
Which camp you fall in
Isn't up to me
But if my words are
Descending on deaf ears or
If you have malice stuck in your craw
Do me a favor and
Release it all
Before we have a mass murderer
Of biblical proportions
Then again
You may be a master contortionist
Slithering from mortality's tentacles...

I'll just keep moving
Trudging, slogging, stumbling
Whatever in between
I'll treat you with respect
Despite you showing me the abyss
I'll tell you what
You don't long to hear
And I hope you do the same
Because if low expectations
Is your game then there's plenty of time
To brush up on your disguises and defenses
Charades won't be much of a challenge
It comes far too easy 2 you....

P-Jan 17, 2008.