“Write something epic” the voices said
SO. Here I am.
We once forewent the period of time preceding greatness
What consequences came forth of this?
Arguments over lack of effort
Necessity of hard work
Labor law
Unionization
Spreading
To galactic proportions
Urbanization
But let’s not get off topic
We once forewent the period of time preceding greatness
Did we save anything?
Maybe the toil
And only the toil
But what if it be neutral?
That period
I am ended
And my beat still lingers
How this?
Now, never, and later (than)
May well be the last visit I make to my doctor
For happy pills
For sad pills
I feel
So much more
SO much more
And so much more
And so much more creative
With just a minor reduction in my brain-crushing drugs
The pharmaceuticals
Before you shoot me, gang warfare
Before your children grow up sad
That their family is half gone
Horrific deaths
Not to stave off bias but perchance to
Do something good
My crazy pills
Are for the crazy
Are against the crazy
They kill you
They kill art
Dead art is anti-life
There’s no other way to put it (There’s so many ways to put it)
We can’t do anything (I can do everything)
We’re alone (We are forever connected)
I hear two
And here they are
Dead art is not like the forest
Where decay is the next generation’s fuel
Dead art is annihilation
Abduction
Eradication
Absolution
Narrow-minded pricks
Dead art is not my mother’s maiden name
We lived in a cultural world
When we were in our previous life
But she moved
So I moved
And now we’re both here
Crushed
I shaved my–“HEY NECK-BEARD!”
What?
I’m silent
These are thoughts
How did you hear my hair?
Absolution
Maybe comes oh, once a week
They sell it on the street corner
I eat that shit up
No one knows
No one cares
The cliches are dander
In my footsteps
We all crawl up the walls with our bail intact
Nails in my skin
I pierce
No uterus, no gain
No plight
No stagnation
Just a plan
Just the morose forgiveness of mother of son of another night filled with light
Java plan, not to forget but to love
And heathens
The anti-love
Will kill me
Have
Do
Will
Never marry
Never have children
Use Adobe
Aaaaaand sock it to it
So I’d say that was not an epic poem.
