Soup.

Americana Injustica

Fuck doing what’s right to do
might have to confront the truth
and you may actually
at last, and finally
have to step up and pay your dues
every single bridge
burned down to a crisp
take the drama and dishonesty
as far as you can get from me
I can’t function like this
there you have stood silently by
done your parts to take what’s mine
when all is done
and you have no one
don’t come crying to me this time
you’ve helped to construct
an existence that is fucked
from wall to wall
and trumping any and all
good in the things you should touch
Fuck staying in this primordial soup
this fucking unhealthy familial loop
when I am no more
around like before
who then, will catch your boot?
Always chose to color me wrong
over and over until the color was gone
but you can’t…

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2 thoughts on “Soup.

  1. Oh my God, I think you must be a sister I never knew I had. You are a female version of me ( No verbal filter for things I have zero tolerance for ) !!

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  2. Rita says:

    Oh this is so good, AJ. Whew, I feel this one on a deeply personal level. Damn, you can hit hard. Love ya, Rita

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