Sometimes, I Win.

Hmmm... someone's influence here. I wanna say Alex, but it's got too much Kieran for that. Also, let's face it. Kinda post modern here. Possibly someone who's famous? IS there anyone famous who's like Alex? By the way, this off the cusp vodka poetry after a night of partying. Be gentle, oh ye devil-critics, for my soul is humble.

My soul is definitely not humble.


Now, I've never been one,
To -DELIBERATELY- bring some kind of alienation on myself before the deed is done,
But sometimes let's not forget mortality,
Because there's a whole lot there that frankly scares me,
And things go better and things go worse,
Like every sailor on the sea of life this is our burden and our blessing that each we must carry; for such a thing as life we must, by dint of appropriate reward, suffer such curses,
And slanders,
And lies and blunders,
To take us down each day.

And every person has a sin, and at least one virtue that they use to construct themselves,
This is what gives life to a hollow shell.
A miriad of failures and perfection,
Like a cure for cancer from vivisection,
Or the foul taste before Ecstacy's correction.
Or what you get when you're so deep in love,
That you can't tell what's below from what's above,
And every part of your life suffers because...
Just because you're too happy to say yes or no.

But every second, optimism tells me the right way,
And who am I to question an abstraction without phyiscal form when I'm still shakey from the things I did right yesterday,
And I guess I'll never tell the truth if I don't blab it,
And I guess I'll never catch the whisper if I don't grab it,
And I guess I'll never kill my doubt if I don't stab it,
And I guess I'll never make a good revolutionary unless every now and then I learn to not rhyme nor fit a pattern just because it is expected and fulfil some middle class (ironically exactly the kind of stereotype I am clumsily suggesting we drop, but please try to pick up the next word seemlessly) preconception about the form of poetry, art and literature.

So optimism is my angel on the left,
If being a total dick is my devil on right,
And all too often does lefty leave me bereft,
'Cause hubris and I think we're worth more than you might.

Aye, I've got a whole heap of sin.
And insecurities and foolishness.
I write poems,
Sometimes I win.