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Author: naughtgreen
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst - Reviews: 2 - Published: 04-29-06 - Updated: 04-29-06 - id:2163856

I need to become a goal-driven asshole
I mean, if it works for my only real role model, then I have no choice
That way, failure will be unacceptable for both me and everyone around me
I’ll ask people the same questions to make sure I get the same answers

There really is only one way to go
That way is the way I tell you
Any detours will be marked with speed traps

You can get pulled over, even when you’re doing everything the right way
What a sheltered life you’ve lived, little boy
The world isn’t going to pull me out of my cage, but my father will
So glad to have a caring hand on my shoulder

When I shrug it off, by then my hands will look just like yours
Nervous habits develop over time
I thought you were a calm man

If I asked you to open up, you wouldn’t show me anything
That way is where I went to get away from you
We still have lovely conversations
Get off my ass and look me in the eyes

There are more important things in life
Did I give away the clincher?
It’s funny that you bite your fingernails

Learn to thank the people that spit on you
Oppression will teach you to be a man
Do more than you have to do and it’s not enough
I thought I was being reasonable

It isn’t over yet
Your sacrifices mean nothing
See you next time



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