Author: Matt

I am the dregs of society

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I am a parisitic human

I don’t know quite how or why

I become to be molded to occupy

this special niche

Like a finches beak

molded by the seeds that are plenty

I am molded by something not yet known

i can only speculate

why I feel this way

and do the things I do or dont do

and indeed the things I do and don’t say.

But it’s all a big tangled mess

 

i am the dregs of society

this is my place

feasting on all that is yours

with little to no worth

just sliming along

trying to be a better man

but failing by the virtue of my nature

for I am of the parasitic human species

I’m not like you

with your worth and your earned respect

I am the dregs of the society

 

 

 

 

 

Be an arsehole

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I wish I could be an arsehole like you

not caring what others think

not giving any thought to what you do

but then sometimes I glimpse

that side of you

that maybe isn’t too bad

and then I hate it, because then I can’t remember

if I’m meant to feel sorry for you, or pissed off

and you’ve already taken too much sympathy from me

being angry at you feels better

because I can’t take the sorrow of it on my shoulders

so go and be an arsehole

so I can stop caring too.

The boy who wouldn’t be moved

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The horizon calls it the end
Of an era
What will the clouds say?
Cause inside my head they’re still grey
Can’t believe it’s come to this day
I tried to be the boy that couldn’t be moved
Now you’ve cut the strings
And I’ve been let loose
Oh god, now it’s all mine to choose
But I’m all alone
Wishing I could talk to you

They say go forth and don’t look back
But inside I’m still the boy
Who wouldn’t be moved

©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August

You don’t know anything you preach

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Don’t preach your sentiments
I don’t understand
To say the least I find your words nebulous
never quite defined, always ambiguous
trying to explain everything
When you clarify nothing
I’m guilty of the same
In late night rambles
But you preach it all day
At the front of a church
In the name of some god
I don’t take too kindly to your assumptions
Based only on your superficial judgements
You don’t know me
Don’t pretend god told you everything
You don’t know a fucking thing

©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August