Most Words

most of what i speak is fictitious.
fictitious with just a drop of malicious.
malice is what i live.
it's what i have, all i have to give.
i give no more than what i have to,
oh but what i'd give for just a coo.
just one or just few?
if i could make up my mind, i'd tell you.
question of ages?
where to be, how to live, rather be in cages.
indecision takes over me,
why can't i just take it and be?!


be whomever it is that will demand success.
i wouldn't ask for anything less.
anything less than these few rhymes,
who cares anymore, we're just mimicking mimes!
e v e r y t h i n g we do isn't real.
EVERYTHING we do is for the kill.
fall of man is about us,
all over it's happening, no one will trust.



what is it that we want?
who is it that we taunt?
it's happening, it is, we are in lack.
we're reverting back.
back to what is was.
capitalism is weak, and it's not just because.


but who really cares?
no one. but no one dares
to say those words.
the words of apathy that cut like swords.
no one is concerned.
notevenme. oh what i have learned.
learned about now, about how.
BUT I HAVE SUCH DOU(BT).
doubt in you, in everyone, in everything.
i hate to admit, but it is the wishes of the king.




keep me quiet.
keep my mind on a diet.
feed me no good,
feed me what should
be, not what i need.
i need to know, I NEED TO KNOW.
just who has the rights to keep me so low.


it sure isn't you.
and i wish i sure knew.


but for tonight i'll sleep a peaceful sleep,
and upon my wake,
i'll whisper shyly...