Monday, August 4, 2008


Not a clone,
Not a drone.
I'm so uninterested,
People not being normal.

They're trying to be,
Its obvious as day.
They are trying to escape,
Boring, pathetic lives.

Open eyes see the truth,
As we push harder for reality.
Mainstream, commercial profit,
Bullshit for poetry.

It makes no sense

The underground is tempting,
As it is always.
The underdogs,
Know reality.

Be weird.
Childish and gay.
Be yourself.
You are already...

A minority.