By Thomas Foolery
Once slouched over, that was indeed the end…
Couldn’t hold on any longer, losing grip, broken fingers bend…
Fingernails tearing at flesh, crimson blood seeping through bloodshot brown eyes…
A crippled man’s walk in the future I surmise…waiting for the inevitable demise…
It will come as no surprise…except for those who must deny…
Plain truth comes from actually living a life…not a one that has no strife…
Pain comes in its many forms….problem is when it becomes the norm…
Fate comes at such a cost…feverishly wondering about all that’s lost…
Family, Friends, Loved Ones all gone away…surrendered to their darkest days…
Not all dead or dying…instead most of them barely living and lying…
Booze, drugs, sex and psychosis….every single soul has a neurosis….
Pain comes in its many forms….problem is when it becomes the norm…
Wounds weep, bones heal, burns go away….until the pain of another day…
Alone, you see, is the truest pain, for without such there would be no gain…
Come and Go, for whom and what you’ll seethe, yet pain is there when we very first breathe…
For those that can’t walk the line, a pistol will do just fine…
To thine own self be true….oh sincerely what a bunch of ballyhoo…
Must lay down on bosom’s bare, whereas no one has ever bothered to care…
Filthy swine of today don’t know loyal….to them its like an anal boil…
Poke and prod, pinch and squeeze…those of now are the worst kind of sleaze…
Everyone of ’em, just a cheese eatin rat….only to be fed by them Ole’ Fat Cats….
Pain comes in its many forms….problem is when it becomes the norm…
Political system being ravaged by stinking hacks…why have none been paddywhacked…
Justice served, I think not…while the Cops and Judges spoil the plot…
Innocence stolen, young live’s too…but their authority grows, who could’ve knew…
Corruption abounds, abuses of power…scum can’t be washed off by even the hottest shower…
Pain comes in its many forms….problem is when it becomes the norm…
Goddamn, What is left and What about the newborn babies…at the rate things are goin they’ll all have rabies…
Inheritances squandered, abuse is now common…not a care in the World for any local lawman…
System is broken, Coffers get raided….criminals are cops, the lines are so faded…
Where is the humanity, where’s the love…looks like it only exists in Heaven above.
To fight is ludicrous, but failure’s not an option…maybe put the whole World up for adoption…
In the end, the pain, it still hurts oh so bad…blood from the wounds is no longer sad….
Peace is cold steel in the hand, they say….and then with report, the mind is blown away….
Pain comes in its many forms….the problem is when it becomes the norm…and when it does for those that crumble, they see their Worlds begin to tumble, for them freedom is forged through pain, as the bullet finally pierces their brain…all the sorrow, beholden to the physical traits, is gone for good for they who waits, and in the end when death is stalking, pain can be seen leaving….quite simply, walking.
