Slurred Emotions

undereven

12-21-07

I know I could write a book
called
"How To Make Your Own Luck"
based on my own experiences.
The excerpts
would read like contempt
on the human race
and all that's
right and good
in the world.
It could rock the populace
and take the public
by awesome surprise.
But I can't and I won't
because there are those
who will not feel
any justice from it
and it's no harder to lie
when you know the answers.
It's not solely my
imported dignity
but my empty cigarette boxes
become garbage cans;
as miniature as me
and wishing I was better than
said co-conspirators
of the end-result
thus far.
I had better times
with better people
in the past.
Now I'm figuring it out.
Those who're still here
must be there,
for they are meant to last.
I may not be there yet,
but I plan on going
nowhere else.