Scurry With Your Nuts

I’m gonna pin those pants to your crack

so they can’t hang expose what you lack

cuz’ you make everyone nervous

hold their purse

since you look like

you should be in a Hurst

you move so fast

but your brain is slow

it dreams but has nowhere to go

the clouds are barriers in your mind

not a pillow you can use to climb

up to the sun

and you took all the fun

out of party before you arrived

then blamed everyone else left inside

walkin’ down the street drunk trying to have a conversation

but even your friend doesn’t talk to avoid escalation

you sound like a spoiled punk

who didn’t get his daddy to pay him

for doing

nothing…

Sometimes you look in the mirror

your buttons up but really their down

your smile is there but really its a frown

shirt is clean but your hair looks like a clown

you got your mirrors dirty

so clean that shit and hurry

cuz’ she won’t wait

she’ll scurry

like a squirrel

with your nuts

I’m gonna take that beer chip back

cuz’ you don’t need another one

you got yours all intact

but your life reenacts

every step to the bar as if it is your past

the morning ruined when you realize you wasted cash

living in the left lane you’re going too fast

can’t slow down until you pass

that guy with everything you lack

but you always take step back

cuz the shoe is on your foot fool

don’t act like others don’t play you cool

maybe they know the jokes on you

maybe they feel some sympathy too

but kindness isn’t weakness

unless you see through the eyes of the unkind

so push play and not rewind….

Sometimes you look in the mirror

your buttons up but really their down

your smile is there but really its a frown

shirt is clean but your hair looks like a clown

you got your mirrors dirty

so clean that shit and hurry

cuz’ she won’t wait

she’ll scurry

like a squirrel

with your nuts

The Privileged

Walking down the streets

running into the fakers

The teenage news anchors

Who have to spread their drama

Like it’s news at five

Like the world suddenly

Just fell into a sink hole

When really their mommy and daddy

Just cut their mother fn payroll…

Yet their so fd up they still don’t feel like the banks full

 

They are the privileged

They are born into it

Die into it…

Fly into it…

Lie when they start shit…

Walk around and don’t hide it…

That their fn privileged.

 

Walking down the streets

Hoping I do not meet

Another look like class

But act like the trash

Beneath your feet…

Who have to spread their voice

Across the world

Like they have something they have to say

But really it makes me wanna lay

Down…

Take a nap

Drown…

In my own bottle of dreams

Since I would rather not have my reality

Based up my privileges

A fallacy.

 

They are the privileged

They are born into it

Die into it

whine when they go through shit….

Lie when they can’t handle it…

Walk around and don’t admit..

They are no better for being privileged.