My head is underwater
and Im preparing for yet
another shallow water blackout.
Another tide to sweep
me to the abyss.
And I take another drink
and make a face.
Why does salt water
taste of piss?
Just another disappoinment
in a long line of one after
another, and another etcetra.
And just like abra cadabra
I am found.
Pulled from the magician's
hat and doused in a drinking
cup.
I think I've finally figured it all out.
I've learned to embrace the things
that I am.
Hateful, vengeful, and bitter to boot.
But is it really all that glum?
I'd rather be considered
unpleasant than all together dumb.
Embrace, embrace.
All talk and wordplay.
Is it really so strange
that the politician
who preaches love
has nothing interesting to say.
Doesn't the dictator catch
the eye just a little better?
With a godlike following,
and only the best of attire
when our prophet comes
I hope he comes dressed for
the ball.
I've got it figured out
just in time,
because its time for the guns to come out.
Just in time for another shallow water
Blackout.
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Submission Name: Figure It Out
