Just brush it off. 9 times out of ten people who hate on yr shit
are jealous fucks.
and not just that
but seedy characterizations
of yr alter ego,
or a cheesy imitation
of yr altered persona
or a handicapped, abridged version
of yr altered perception of the truth.
Yes,
I’m speaking
of mr. and mrs.
kool.
I’m talking to the dog
with no bark,
I’m yelling at the shadow
of a broken down
trailer
while lot lizards
scurry from all the cracks
with their poems that
smoke like crack.
You can smell it on their breath
if they would only hold their face
just a few inches closer
to their monitor.
It’s easy to not read
between the lines
to be blind to meaning
To imitate or ridicule
When you have
no truths to be spoken
No knowledge of self
A page is not truly
a page
unless it’s covered
in your own blood
Jealousy will always
bare it’s fangs
and try and toss you
in the mud
Those who are hollow
have the hardest pill to
swallow
The fact when you can’t find
anything of meaning inside
there is nothing worth
hearing to the outside
so speak it to the bowels
the mecca of slit wrist Judas
let your words rest
with their own
masticated and oozed
heaped like the corpse of Goliath
slaughtered by the dialect of prisoners
wasted in the lame heads of those ravaged by bondman intellect
be the lie
spilling
from
your
eye
and call it truth
no more
