[Sinacog]

Once upon a time..

There was a little pig eating bacon stripes; while his mom was stripping on a asherah pole
BATTLE GOLD..BATTLE GOLD..BATTLE GOLD..
BATTLE ROYAL.. the little pig loved the bacon stripes; savor dip..
LABEL STICK.. BANQUET TIP..HIS PIGGY BANK BROKE TO A MILLION PIECES..
A ZILLION DISEASES..spread through the little pig..as he saw his mother get slaughtered..
WHY DID I EAT THOSE BACON STRIPES HE ASKED? HE WAS REALLY BOTHERED..
WHEN ONE DAY..the little pig died in his sleep..he had a epiphany..
TO WRITE A GOLDEN SYMPHONY..A FISH'S ASCENSION..
A WISH'S INVENTION..THE NEATHERDAL BATTLED THE CASTLE WALLS..
BATTLE SONG..CATTLE SONG..RATTLE SONG..NEATHERDAL..
WHEN SUDDENLEY..the bacon stripes he was eating turned to BACON STRIPS..
FOR IT DID NOTHING TO RETURN HIS MOTHER..OR SO IT DID..
FOR THE SONG WAS HEARD ACROSS THE PIG FARM.. REMEMBER A FISH'S ASCENSION..
A WISH'S INVENTION.. A WITCH CASTED A SPELL FROM THE GRAY HOUSE.. HEY/HAY DOUBT..
FOR THE SALEM WITCH.. LABEL STITCH.. MAPLE SYRUP WITH PANCAKE DRIP..
I AM NOTHING AND SOMETHING..I AM A LITTLE PIG FROM BACON STRIPS..
I DO NOT want to be eaten anymore..I ACCIDENTLEY ATE MY MOM FOR BREAKFAST..
When the banquet called.. I'm all out of money from the piggy bank..
SILLY RANK..SILLY SUN..SILLY SUN..SILLY SUN..
SILLY STONE SUN..SILLY STONE SUN..SILLY STONE SUN..
I am nothing and something.. I ORDERED BACON FROM OUT OF THE GROCERY STORE..
For what is a hero without the hyprocrtical notion to go to war?!?!
SOCIAL WAR.SOCIAL SCORE..SOCIAL SCORE..SOCIAL SCORE..
I am am a neatherdal that ate my MOM'S PUSSY..AND LOVED IT!!..

BACON STRIPS BITCH!!!

Seize the Day

The fallout of the drama through expansion of time…
All things circle back, it’s an elastic design.
dreams get crushed - won’t love you back when you try,
We want to be accepted, but when acceptance proves dry -
and social media’s a desert to your human desire?
You end up wishing for more while you tell them you’re “fine”…
Gatekeepers brag about their gas and their fire..
But this circle of bosses won’t pass you a light,
Don’t even try..your idols don’t love you, pay them no mind,
If you like their music I guess it’s only right to pay them a dime
But if you wanna be like them? That’s just a mistake…
Go from runnin’ the race to ending up in a chase,
fighting or flightin’ - such a dumbass exchange..
Surrender your cash…but don’t go ask for a raise…
Watching out the windows, distrusting your fate,
Hoping they’re gone…and hoping things changed,
Paranoid for your life via people you hate…
Seizing up…but wishin’ you were seizing the day,
Cold world…which don’t take seasons to say,
Salty about the outcome, guess the seasoning’s are great -
But who could really relate? you take it out on ya own equals,
Bitter for what they did, and how now you’re so feeble…
A sad clown is just a clown with no people…
A seamstress showed me patience, but I was out of the needle,
Hanging on by a thread..keeping no one around,
Filling my own head with lies, Pinocch’s nose would be proud!
My cup was once full, now overflowing with doubts,
It still takes all my urges not to expose what they’re ‘bout…
Pacing my house…I questioned every last move,
Went to a friend just to vent, overwhelmed by the truth…
That maybe I’d lost it, holding fear like a noose…
He didn’t wanna hear it - so I drank what I knew…
Downed a couple of cans, drove drunk on a cruise,
Ended up at my pad, cried for hours - it’s true…
I felt myself lose, I made up stories, and crashed…
Haunted… by a recently tormenting past; abhorrently slack,
to the point I wasn’t in a condition to have no body’s back,
Screamed at my love for it, like “this was only your plan!”
I felt exhausted, man…forgot my kids for a minute…
Grabbed our gun, sat on our bed, learned ALL of my limits -
As I held it to my head, staring forward, blurred vision…
Hammer jammed…trigger stuck, peanut butter condition,
Then I put it back down, crying eyes…hurt and twisted,
Mom and brother came and talked, til I was sober and listenin’
They scolded me on my kids…reminded me of the picture,
Said they’re happy I’m here..that day coulda been different…
Trying to care when it felt like no body did..
thoughts growin’ to widths -
my brain couldn’t knowingly hit; the chamber echoed a miss…
Seizing the the day as it seized in my wrist,
Therapy’s helping…’cause lately? I believe in the shit,
Like social media - one day you could leave in a *CLICK*
Went from feeling like a loser to only seein’ the win..
Now I’m just grateful to be here believin’ in this.