Man-boy

And who is this figure,

Talking,

Talking to find his voice,

With his body,

Not as fragile

That big, ol’ body –

Praying to be felt,

With them big, ol’ shoulders,

That don’t quite fit,

Hanging,

And dangling around,

‘Cept the words,

Them big, ol’ words

– what about them?

Well, words,

They’re just words.

A case of mistaken identity

For long, I’d been having a sort of an identity crisis – with my name being the culprit here. Maybe everyone who’d been named something essentially a combination of two different names would know. Being too long, typically people either call you by one, or the other. And sometimes, you are given the liberty of getting to choose what you’d like to be gone by. Like most others, I wanted to be known by the cooler-sounding name – and try to live up to it. But it was only later on that I realized you can’t really change what feels like you and describes you to the most honest degree. Now I am no longer confused. No more crisis. No more double lives.

Privileged little f*cker

Privileged little f*cker,

Gets everything he wants,

Has everything he needs.

Privileged little f*cker,

Complains about life,

Dissatisfied and grumpy,

Lustful and tenacious.

Privileged little f*cker,

Contemplates stuff to do,

Gets everything he wants,

Has everything he needs.

Privileged little f*cker,

Distraught and weary,

Energetic and vibrant,

Distraught and weary.

Privileged little f*cker,

Scared and disillusioned,

Waiting to get off the bandwagon,

Emotions and people,

Emotions and darkness,

Emotions and emptiness.

Privileged little f*cker,

Alive and kicking,

Restless and raucous,

Vibrancy in his bones,

Lulls in his brains,

Vibrancy in his bones.

Privileged little f*cker,

Too good for his own shoes,

Not one to want to get involved in others’ –

Dusty shoes,

Shoeshiner’s luck.

Privileged little f*cker,

F*ck this, f*ck that,

Done all that, yes siree,

Creepy conversations, creepier smiles,

Drama magnet, inner turmoil.

Privileged little f*cker,

Privileged as they come,

Not so little anymore,

Gets on by –

A scrape here, a tear there,

Oh, look, candy!

Gets on by.