Making It

I don't want to say it,
But it's been way too long,
Somebody has to do something somewhere,
So I can tag along,

Because nothing else seems to be working,
Sure, there is more to give,
Until I die, they'll still be juice to squeeze,
I've just not benefited from a sieve,

To filter out what is unappealing,
Like influencers do,
Strip away all but the universal,
So there's naught left of you,

That's the point, right?
The truth needs surrender,
I've just held onto belief in my self,
Forgetting in this world there are others.

No Chance

What happens to someone,
Who, no fault of their own,
Can't make enough to pay for rent or food,
Chronically alone,

They've had friends and started life the right way,
With a family and home,
Went to school, stayed clean, and always had work,
Dutifully carried around his phone,

He could have been the next Albert Einstein,
But for when he was born,
An age in which he didn't quite fit in,
When money was the norm,

And nothing else,
Not even sex and drugs,
When every life is measured by gold,
A useless metal - doesn't that suck nugs?

Team Players

Sometimes you are reckless,
Geez, we all have to be,
You cannot connect with other people,
If you refuse to see,

That the deeper you dig into your thoughts,
Hell, even the first one,
You have to admit the vision is yours,
Despite lack of evidential reason,

That is the truth that connects all of us,
For even if you're right,
You can't expect others to change their mind,
If it must match your sight,

That's kind if ass,
Would you hang out with you?
Or would you be so caught up in yourself,
You'd do the exact same thing with you, too?

Mixed Metaphors

Don't mix your metaphors,
You'll say two things at once,
One minute you think you're talking 'bout life,
Like a ball that don't bounce,

Because you've always rolled with the punches,
Despite what people thought,
Serpico trying to live and let live,
Making the man angry he can't be bought,

King of the jungle, pride before a fall,
You think you can be true,
Until you find you're a ball in a maze,
The floor titling's not you,

I stand correct,
It's all saying the same,
Like Hume said, some act the grammarian,
Might as well play the rules and not the game.

I Do

What kind of vow'd I write?
Would I believe my words?
There's nothing tying what I say in life,
T'what I do aferwards,

As far as I'm concerned nothing matters,
Do you know what I mean?
We're born to this world, when we die we're gone,
Ethics has no footing,

But feelings do!
For a tool that will stick,
One's gut is a pretty good compass, too,
But avoid religion and politics.

Grow Up

You want to know something?
I never thought myself,
Was anyone other than who I am,
Forget anyone else,

But there's a reason we live together,
I mean humanity,
We're only someone if there's someone else,
We can imagine looking back at me,

Seeing the person that I know I am,
I mean, it's obvious,
If they don't appreciate what I bring,
Well, they can just get lost-

Not everyone!
Someone must see the truth,
Not understanding that they're people too,
A flaw we all should leave behind with youth.

Self-Self-Exploitation

I am taking a break,
"Hmmph, from what?" you snicker,
I admit I don't have to wash my hands,
Thanks to an employer,

I sometimes like to think of me as boss,
And me as employee,
So that I will have a lot of practice,
Should I become one eventually,

"You must exercise mutual respect,
Not easy for either,
You take the job home with you ev'ry day,
You eat it for dinner."

But that's ok,
I'm lucky, brah,
My life has more meaning because of it,
So what if I am breaking 'labour laws'.