Truly

-Truly-
by
Keaton Foster



The right
The left
Each beat
Each breath
Every thought
Each idea
Solid processes
Fundamentally flawed
A genius to myself
Maybe to a few else
A moron to others
Far more than I'd hoped
My rants go nowhere quick
I often forget my point
Halfway through
So, I just make shit up
Far too many head injuries
Have left me somewhat feeble
And completely unable
I hate all people
Just a smidgen more
Than I apparently hate myself
I have been accused of being a racist
Ridiculous to the enth degree
I am an equal opportunity hater
To me the human race is one wakeup
Away from reverting back to apes
It's amazing to me that we have
Survived for as long as we have
I live to put all that others
Hold dear into a vice
Once there I squeeze
Screaming, pleading, begging
Makes not a damn bit of difference
I simply turn a deaf ear
The emotionless nature
Of who I am hides
Behind my soft brown eyes
Most close to me
Those I lie to about love
Have no idea with regard
To the monster of means
That is more me
Than anything ever known
Or seen by other human beings
Truly
I am a pseudo sadistic
Narcissistic
Wannabe communist
Who often votes republican
And drives with both feet
Weirdness indeed
I am a below average prick
In a world full of huge assholes
For the most part, I prefer
To mind my own damn business
But if the shit gets thick
I am usually the first one
In line with a pointy stick
I stand up for what I alone
Believe is right
The only problem is that
My version of right
Could not be any more wrong
I am a former Catholic
Turned lazy Baptist
That is now a now staunch atheist
With regard to organized religion
I pray to my own version of God
My temple is my body
My alter is my mind
I am an anti-Semitic man
Married to the quintessential Jew
Raising his kids as Christians
In a world that is clearly
Going straight to hell
A hypocrite's hypocrite
Through and through
That always leaves the house
With clean underpants on
I expect to be killed every day
Say a bullet to the brain
Due to a robbery gone wrong
Or smashed to bits
By an old lady in a Cadillac
Often as I walk down the street
I look up at the sky
Waiting for a jumbo jet full of TNT
And freshly topped off with fuel
To land on top of my head
I know that this is all quite
Ridiculous, but I insist
I have barely scratched the surface
I could go on for days
In a hundred and one ways
Do I always make sense
Nope, not even close
In this a case in point
Or profound rhetoric
Truly, I don't know
And if I did I am sure that I
Would find a way
To make the obvious
Just a bit more interesting
Because let's face
That's just my thing…


Truly
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.