I Do What I Want

He fired a shot.
He laughed.
It plunged.
Into her.

This isn't a song about sex.

I'll do what I want.

You're old.
You're ill.
You're worthless.
It's my time to shine.

This isn't a song about fame.

I'll do what I want.

She ate little.
She lay still.
If she withered away.
It might be ok.

This isn't a song about self pity.

I'll do what I want.

She writhed.
On the ground.
Her baby.
Her baby.

This isn't a song about pleasure.

He took away her freedom to be a Mother.

She felt old.
She felt low.
She felt worthless.
She had been used as shoe shine.

This isn't a song about pimping. 

She took away her freedom to be a human being.

He cried.
When no one was watching.
Because as she withered away.
He cared.

This is a song about other people.

She forced his world to revolve around her.

This song was inspired by Feminism, individualism, selfishness and by the shootings by Syrian soldiers performing out of conduct (their target was pregnant women). It also touches on eating disorders and a celebrity feud. My idea is how we choose to behave can drain the freedom and choice from other peoples lives.

The Emperor's Secret

Good Morning?
How are you?
I'm fine thanks!
And you?

Rep- rep- rep- repetition,
Of so called decisions,
Don't be the division,
Be the best of the best,
Of the same old thing.
Claim you are the king of the ring.

It's a warped kind of craziness,
That you will deny,
Because craziness scares you,
And, you'd rather live a lie.
An 'eccentric' wanders in,
She says your jokes are naked truths,
You pretend to pity her,
Tattoo crazy on her face and throw her to the swarm of gnashing Lovers.
After all, the throne is near,
And when you get there it will be glory.

You can't accept laziness,
Gotta be chill,
Just fake it till you make it,
That's how to be real. AHAHA.
These tortured feet, the surgeries and the rib binding,
No, they don't hurt at all;
They ooze confidence; empowerment -
You brag to the wide eyed girls.
It's natural baby. I've never had cosmetic surgery. It's only natural baby.
Natural perfection.

Quinoa lunches. Beauty. Star Children. And, praise.
Quinoa lunches. Beauty. Star Children. And, praise.
It will be enough. It will be enough. It will be enough.
You are good enough. You hold your arms to the crowd.
You hear them roar. You are their trophy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

One day you're coercing the toddlers' to violin practice,
An Ethical bag of luxury balanced on your yummy tummy.
You see the Eccentric. You stroll over for a self esteem booster.
She has a crooked nose, a big, flabby ass, no job and no children.
You go over to smirk. "I'm a trophy baby!"
She stares in the horizon reflectively.
"I'm a trophy baby!" You say a little louder.
"I'm not" she whispers. "I'm a human being".

This poetry/story/song is inspired by Miley Cyrus, Mental Illness, Perfectionism and conformity within Society and the length that some people will go to - to deny themselves to be themselves from themselves. One of my personal views are that I think Society is too caught up with trying to be good, normal and achieving (even if it is at being bad) and that when someone truly fails - there is this kind of underlying cruelty that exists there. Another one of my views is that there is a kind of self destructive fear of mental illness that exists. This fear of being branded a Psychopath, a Schizophrenic, a Narcissist, a Depressed Parasite, a Psycho, an Eccentric ect - this fear of being truly different, of being a bad person. And, how this fear can be transforming. The labels created for mental illnesses are created for the benefit of treatment, but traits of mental illness can be found in every human being that ever lived.

Eat Grass

The sugar's like crack,
The chicken's like hormones,
The rice's like carbs,
The sausage's like cancer,
The banana's like radiation,
The stawberry's like a flower,
The water's like toxins,
The cheese's like mould,
The bread's like yeast,
The yoghurt's like bacteria,
The chewing gum's like laxative,
The nut's like a mental illness,
The milk's like fat,
The fruit juice's like sugar.
Like, eat grass!