Weep....& You Weep Alone

[Mr. J]

My mind drifted onto a river, full of accusation
that's fine. I'm accustomed to the dagger placement
the backward makeshift. its the fact I'm hated
revered as a bastard. an actor. a cancer patient
I lack the patience. to move forward. A pastors language
hope. desire. sin. things that fit the act I play in
where I stand and stage it without a standing ovation.
Im a matador pacing. the curtain. the bull & the roar of old patrons
I aint shit justified by the moves on the chess board...waitin.
killin expectations slowly. A challenged aspect on exploration
soon as my hands off. I'm out of my element
surrounded. bound by doubt and pestilance
a confused person that isn't allowed intelligence
a puppet moving to your sound & preference
my mistakes won't let me amount to excellence
too stupid. too dumb. too many profound temperments
but it allowed me to stick around & sound definite
a clown with a proud message sent
a smile and a clouded entrance....




bent