Obsolessons

Cutting down trees for trash
branching out with fees
just to feed the stash
fulfilling their wishes
out of privilege
and the village they live in
is guarded by the guise
that they're serving religion
where faith isn't given
it's taught
children are the subjects
and subject is God
they call it a republic
but the public has lost touch
we were trees
now we're saw dust 
and it's hard to be modest
while they're raping the goddess
I feel displaced like a product
because I know that they've got us
in the bag
and there's a price on my tag


 

That You're Far Too Smooth

For three years I had seen the world through a her-colored lens
Now I'm jaded by the shade of her perspective on who I am
it doesn't matter when the truth is subjective
women are weapons when you trigger them
forcing me to be bigger than the moment
there are things I can hold
when my temper unfolds
it's origami in her hands
she demands I bend to distraught decisions
but I don't give in
because I'm too stubborn to be stupid
so I'm aborting
and baby, I do love you
but I can't afford to ignore
the horrible truth