Topic: Pessimism.
Title: The ultimate triumph of evil over good
I'm currently caught in conscious bullshit,
A commoner constantly optimistic.
Weaving webs in a caustic vision,
Twisting threads cautiously out of diction,
Creating chronicles of conversation,
a clear path skewed by circumscription...
A lineal verse –
Jagged, with optic schisms,
A mind imprisoned, bending light, blinding prisms,
Enshrining dark, but the bulb sparks satire...
Garments soaked in Fat Tire, a soul exuding sapphire,
I wear fatigue as attire – Camouflaged emotions,
My inside immersed; guzzling my synagogue by oceans...
A league of extraordinary wants and needs,
I'm so confused, a sober mind taunts and pleads,
But I'm so consumed, only never by a pew on knee,
My hue glows deceit, immorally bingeing with no retreat,
Submerged in the lost and found; concealed receipt,
No return from the pilgrimage, but I recede,
Ironic because... The liquor increased,
The sky dive bends. The binge plunge repeats...
I lead a happy life, no holy guidelines,
Only two prints in the sand as I struggle straight lines,
I may have black balled my wife, maybe mumbled hate crimes,
But never stumbled so low as to berate and patronize,
I'm young and recognize the pearly gate's disguise,
I despise Satan's kind, and the narrow path just ain't mine.
So I lead a happy life, no holy light to shine,
Sipping liquor til the liver quivers un-primed,
I designed MY life; I'm happy despite,
Scarred tissue being killer, but I'm fine inside,
It's funny... They say, there's no good in evil,
Yet my demons... They make me happy and peaceful.