Monday, April 19, 2010

Don't bother

I don't want the world to read this
So it needs to come out
I can't just sit here, not saying this
The elephant is starting to eat up the house.
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I am sick of using metaphors
Sick of evading the reader and trying to out fox him
I will use names, yet, you as a reader
Are obligated to not whisper a thing
Mutter only mumbles to your pets that do not understand English
Because what I am going to write
I am deathly afraid of saying
I am dancing over fire

Dad, I never want to be like you
So wrapped around money, the green becomes your ring
It rings you around your emotions, almost choking you
I see that you want to escape
But your addiction to it, makes me sick

I never experienced you in my childhood
Your anger management never made me want to experience you much
You care about image so much
But you care about your image so much
That you have no one to show it to
You are lonely
You get jealous of me when I'm out on the weekends enjoying life
When I'm doing things you can't
You wan't me confined
So that the jealousy stops
I won't stop
I am going to live
While you yell at the wife you used to call beautiful
While you always want to escape and when you escape you feel like catching up

I see what money does to you
You can't relate to people
It alienates people
It alienates me
You wonder why all these assistants have been leaving you
That's because you're crazy
All you care about is work
Where does it go?
To buy me a better life?
Well shit dad, haven't you realized?
I'm already living a better life than you
You just want me to stop.

Money will never be an issue to me
You, will always be
Your anger to me
Your dissatisfaction in me
You only say "I love you" when you have an audience
You only say how good I've been doing to others at your office
They simply smile, but
Where does that go?
How about saying, "You did a good job Eric"
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Is that too hard?
Well, you can write it out to your "friends" at the office
Who avoid you
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There,
I said it.

I used to want to love you
Now the separation is beginning to start
The umbilical cord is getting cut
Get ready to start appreciating what is lost dad

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