G.C. Aug. 11/2009
Edited Jan. 06/2013
Pushing 30 maybe 33
Significance of the ages…
Escapes me
Until I turned 33 became 27
That was the calendar year 2011[2]
Now it’s back to the present
And I’m looking to the future
What does it hold
Who’s gonna shoot ya
Stoning is done…
Now they live and die by the gun
Modern day crucifixion
Often said
I’m not Jesus Christ
Because I wasn’t that nice
Sitting at your wedding
Killed the doves and still threw rice
Fed the hungry…
Guess it doesn’t sound as nice
Or vile
Depending on your style…
I get it
I’m close to failing
Watch my voice trail…
…Ing off…
So soft
No comfort
Never had it
But I heard that sherbet was the best
Don’t worry
Read it all
It’ll make sense
My case I rest
Her skirt and dress
Told her was a mess
Met her at the well
Swell
Throw the first stone if you aren’t going to hell
Well
Nobody could shoot better than William Tell
Put him in so many rhymes
He can read my mind but he won’t tell so all is
Well
Arrogance they call it
I’m so
Swell
Ah
Well
Back to the poetry telling me I’m full of myself…
If you understood so far the parallels aren’t myself…
I look in the mirror and ask
Why self
When you could be somebody else
Gave up every right I had
Education
Wasn’t from the books off the shelf
Wasn’t written by the scribes or the Pharisees
Look far enough into the past the future isn’t hard to see
Well
Not hard for me
The thing is Christ like
It’s hard to be
Hard for me
Because the only thing I see is
Consequence
No security
Guess I’m a cynic with good intentions
Planning for when I reach 33