Fuck homework he's some poetry:
I guess I’m supposed to be a worker bee
and work only for the colony.
Looks like I have to put a pen and let words flow freely.
I’m supposed to be a cog in the machine
and turn in the same place daily.
Forcing out creativity and saying this is me!
I guess im suppose to be happy
and manufacture my own faith, love, and loyalty.
Create my image, paint myself as divinity.
Is that the only way I will go down in history?
I’m supposed to lie about my identity,
have it change endlessly to please anybody.
Living and thinking outside the stream of notoriety,
to be remembered I must please the historians, Society.
On the sweatshop’s floor,
in the barroom’s roar,
behind the bedroom’s door,
I am supposed to prove I am a man
to some whore.
Be a manly or be a faggot.
the dreamer’s nightmare.
No heaven nor hell
Just bland society.
Just generic gender monogamy.
Just shallow substitutions for reality.
Just a band-aid for malady.
Surround yourself with new toys.
Get a pool, a garden, a TV, a Wii, a computer, a golden knee.
Build a wall with the toys.
Keep everyone out, hide behind techno1ogy.
Like Tylenol for a cancer,
numb the pain until death
living to die tragically,
not to live happily.