M.P.P

This is another poem about how I look at things.

Lost in my own contradictions
Can’t handle a relationship for I am trapped with ill will,
and suspensions
I consider my self a dreamer
Hoping the world will drastically change for the better
Yes I am a dreamer
And yet far from a believer
What are we hear for
To kill and destroy, fuckin’ Americans are obsessed with gore
I feel life has become an evil genocide
I have some hatred for humanity and it won’t hide
So what I will do is live life and hope to keep clear from those fools
Always express myself Mind Paper and Pen are the tools.