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-Poking A Peaceful Lion With A Stick- by Keaton Foster Here I sit, I am certainly not a pile of shit Of course, I know that such a comment Is debatable at best. I am flesh and blood, meat galore Crooked bones held up straight Quite the toxic stew that no one Wants anything to do with. I am handsome of the outside And very ugly on the inside Tolerable to no one I feel like a feeble whore Used and well abused. Affection at any price And my God, have I paid in full My needs must be met Such and itch burns If not scratched. My words are my own I did not create them But I am always sure to enslave them I make my point the best that I can Then like a fool, I often go one-step too far. Beyond the mundane Beyond the ideals of those Who are running this zoo Full of creatures with signs Around their necks that say Please do not feed or molest the animals. I am always doing what I feel most would never do Is it my purpose when there is none I claim it as my own truth What right do I have Absolutely not one. I feel like I am Poking a peaceful lion with a stick Sooner or later, he is gonna get quite upset And on that day I am sure that I will Face the end of all that I know And all that I feel I must do. But like any man with no sense Predation is something That only happens to others Plus who and the hell would want eat me Quite disgusting indeed. I will continue to do as is The truth that I am always expressing Is dressed in the pompous ways In which I have learned to express. No secrets do I dare keep Like cordwood stacked with precision Waiting to be sent off to be obliterated By those holding the fuel and the flame. Burnt for warmth and sacrificed for comfort Destroyed in the hopes to forget things That I cannot bear to remember Ashes on the winds of a past That refuses to lend me any peace. I will keep poking a peaceful lion with a stick It is just my thing, my way to survive I am sure that it makes not even The slightest bit of sense To those on the outside looking in. To them I must confess I have yet to find a way To give a damn what they think After all such ridiculousness is About me, not them… Poking A Peaceful Lion With A Stick Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012 Biography
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