Stop all of this judgment
Please, cease all of the hate
It’s okay to like attention
And it’s fine that’s who you date
Misery loves it’s company
Spiteful comments are it’s mate
The genuine embrace truth
And don’t live a life that’s fake
It changes one’s perspective
Shedding stresses that are caused
By worrying constantly
If someone doesn’t like you
For who you truly are
Just laugh at such a closed mind
Say only “au revoir”
Perhaps it was their raising
Or an absent mom or dad
Though likely mere resentment
Happiness they’ll never have
So live without a filter
Time is short upon this Earth
Don’t let such thieves of joy
Cast doubt on your self-worth
I don’t know how much more helpless we can feel after this weekend. As observers of society, that is.
I know you all feel it. Everyone does. This sensation that we live in a world where we’re forced to clock in and clock out of our prescribed, normal lives as we watch “high society” try to run things as if they know what they’re doing. And just look at them. We’ve got a bunch of rich, silver-spoon-fed politicians trying to tell us how we should be reacting to the fact that dozens of us…we, the NORMAL human beings in society…were slaughtered over the weekend.
I’m sorry, but if I hear one more out of touch, tone-deaf politician try to tell me I should vote for them because they’ll solve this shit, I’m going to scream. And that’s the delicate, “I can post this publicly” version of what I’d do.
I’m fed up, and I bet you are too.
We’re beyond the point of politics, people. This is real life we’re dealing with here. We’re at a point where you literally can’t even walk into a Walmart without having a fleeting concern in the back of your head that’s scoping out the escape paths if some maniac decides to shoot the place up.
So how do we solve it? Well, we don’t. This is just one of life’s shitty hands it tends to deal. In fact, I imagine we’re going to be dealing with this garbage for quite some time, until we can stop throwing rocks at each other, swallow our damn pride, and GET THE FUCK ALONG.
And that goes for everyone. It doesn’t matter what color you are, what god you do or do not believe in, how much money you make, how popular you are, or any other demographic you’d like to throw in. ALL OF US need to cut the shit and stop letting this godforsaken 1 percent keep playing us for the idiots we are.
Because yes, that’s exactly what is happening here in America.
You, me, and every other person you know that’s not sitting on a golden-laced cushion has allowed a manipulative, deceitful group of elitist assholes to shape and mold our minds into such jello that they have us all fighting each other. So STOP IT. Stop fighting your neighbors and start realizing that the entire structure of our society is rigged to benefit the riggers. I’m done trying to veil such revolutionary thoughts and ideas behind a fictional narrative. Yes, I admit it. Continuity is a story about humanity changing our entire social structure and was written in an attempt to subconsciously make people consider possible alternatives to the current status quo. But we’re past that now. Fiction isn’t good enough. This is it.
THINGS. HAVE. TO. CHANGE.
And I mean everything. I’m not joking. We have the internet now. We can all communicate. So why in the hell are we sitting back, allowing these SOCIOPATHS that we call “world leaders” to steer us in whatever direction they want?
Think about this, people. I’m not telling you to throw in the towel at work tomorrow and cash out your 401(k). I’m asking you to consider potential alternatives. GET THE DIALOGUE GOING, for the love of God. As a society, we have 2019 hardware but we’re operating on 1995 software. We HAVE THE TOOLS to change things, drastically.
Listen. I fully understand that we’re all accustomed to the lovely checks and balances that make up our equally lovely government. But times have changed. We don’t really need you anymore, Mr. Representative. Because when we created your role in life, the only way we could exchange ideas was via a freaking horse. And ya know what? Horses are slow af. Comparing them to what we have now, that is. So sure, I guess it made sense to cherry pick one of you guys from the bunch to go chat with other such persons of fortune in order to create the rules we’re all supposed to play by. Because trying to cram a million people in a town hall meeting would suck. Duh. But now? Now we don’t need to rely on one (usually corrupt) human to share our voices. We can do it ourselves!! Bet your horse jockeys are jealous of that, eh? So yeah. Point is, if the masses actually came together and created a fair, balanced way of life, we could rid ourselves of the cesspool we’re currently trying to tolerate.
Here’s an example.
What’s that you say? We need to decide if you can abort after x months? Well why don’t we put a vote up on this brand new internet voting program where folks can actually contribute their voice directly without the need for some power-hungry “diplomat” inaccurately relaying our world views?
Yup. It really could be that simple. All we have to do is agree on it. No guns, no tea parties, no beheadings. Just…mutually beneficial cooperation which gives most legislative power to small communities or city-states. This Federal thing? Why don’t we just let them take care of the reeeeal big concerns, like war and protecting the homeland and stuff. That would be a government for the people, don’t you think?
Again, please listen. The ball of change has to start rolling eventually. Simple as that. So how about we declare it right now? Here, tonight. This 5th of August, 2019.
Share this. Talk about this stuff. CARE enough to stop arguing, come together as a population and iron out the kinks that have been tormenting us since the time when the first asshole riding a camel decided that inventing some kind of control mechanism called money would be an easy way to rule the world. Yes. Consider it declared:
The Revolutiaball has begun to roll.
I, along with millions of other sane, reasonable humans, beg you…keep it rolling.
He said, she said, this don’t really need said
All that matters is who you become
When camera feeds dead
I know, you know, do you really think though?
Do you really think you know the person
That’s on this show?
I doubt, you doubt, things they claim they’re about
Everyone has seen it done they never
Do what’s spelled out
What’s that? Well, Matt, maybe you should look at
All the promises they made and how to make a bureaucrat
He said, she said, sincerity, it seems dead
All we have is those who give us words when all we need’s bread
A Waste of Time
How often do we fall for things that people say and do?
How often do we wonder if the things they say are true?
And when there’s doubt we call them out when stories don’t connect
I wish I had a dollar for each lie that we collect
What makes us do it? Is it fear?
I fear that I don’t know
But to be real I sort of feel
Like life is just a show
So many actors, all their staff
Just dancing on a stage
And sadly I’d say that I’d laugh
If not for this here page
Pen and pad have saved my life
They’re my only true escape
Avoiding this sharp cutting knife
That’s carves life’s packaged shape
Every night I pray to He
Who I don’t even know
For his hand to help me stand
On nights when I feel low
It’s hard, sometimes, when life’s cold rhymes
Rip out your true heart
I’d give anything, if I could bring
A better, fairer start
So sorely do we wish to find
A person who’s just like our kind
Someone who’s just as weird as us
That we can know and love and trust
A person that just lets us be
And even when we disagree
They know that we’re still meant for them
And do not argue and condemn
Because when love is tried and true
It is not only about you
It is a union that you share
A contract, where you’re both aware
That life is meant for everyone
And when our time is gone and done
You’ll find that what we all should do
Is live it not with one, but two
Once upon a time a lovely maiden did her chores
She cooked and cleaned and washed and dried and wiped down all the floors
And though her Lord looked down at her, ironically this man
Would force himself upon her because when you’re Lord you think you can
He used her for his twisted games, he thought it was alright
Sadly she just let it be, so she could feed her son at night
And so it went for years and years, till finally one day
Her son grew up and saw the truth, saying that “this man must pay”
Despite his mother’s cries and pleas, the son could not forgive
He told her she deserved much more, this was not a way to live
His mom, you see, quick to agree, would never punish him
Her heart was her worst enemy, enabling Lord to live in sin
So the son approached the man, he stood much taller than Lord did
As the Lord said “hello boy, you’ve grown so much since just a kid”
“I know,” son said, “it must be strange, to to be on the receiving end”
“Of the games you play at night, I bet your wife won’t comprehend”
“Won’t comprehend the things you do, to satisfy your appetite”
“I can’t imagine how a person does this and then sleeps at night”
“At least it doesn’t matter now, because I give what is deserved”
“What’s that,” you ask? “To be frank, I really hate to touch a nerve”
“But since we’re here I will be clear, this might begin to sting a bit”
“I’ve wanted this for oh so long, because you’re such a piece of shit”
“It’s my turn now, so turn around, this will not end quick I must say”
“This won’t be fun, and when I’m done, this broomstick will make sure you pay”
You ask me why I’m like this
I’ll tell you best I can
Some things have happened in my life
That made me who I am
I used to see things one way
But that way got turned to two
And then I started seeing things
From all these points of view
Everything around me changed
◦ ‘Twas different than before
The world revealed itself to me
As it drug me ‘cross the floor
It showed me everything it made
It showed me that I’m lost
It showed me that there’s many more
Who feel the same exhaust
Then, it softly spoke to me
It told me to be strong
And if you let your weakness win
You’re right where you belong
Petty? I shan’t think it’s so!
I have this Monet, and Van Gogh
Clearly, I appreciate
The things the low class tends to hate!
An eye for that which is so grand!
Smaller brains won’t understand
Yes, this is what I say to thee
A peasant is but lesser me
That means that I am better, yes?
Oh come on now, I must digress
Let me say something, highbrow
I am not fucking joking, now
A good person exists in me
The spirit of my mother, see
She can see right through your shit
And make you walk on top of it
So save your graces, save your prayers
Cause I know, you know, no one cares
This isn’t the beginning, friend
It’s just a taste of what’s at end
I think I’ll write a poem that speaks epic truth, tonight
It doesn’t matter if you tend to lean left or lean right
Politics aren’t helping us, the gap is greater in-between
We need to stop fixating on whose King or who is Queen
We need to shift the focus to what matters, that’s for real
We need to stop the spinning and start breaking culture’s wheel
Martin wasn’t joking when he wrote that brilliant line
The story’s great, sure, but a grander message lies behind
Nothing’s stronger than a thread that’s woven one and all
But if you try to weave it on your own you’ll sadly fall
History has proven this, it’s not news to anyone
The ink in this here pen I wield weighs more than your big gun
Every life we live is shaped by minds that can run free
And if we came together just imagine what could be
Forgiveness, empathy, this is what we need
And we ever grasp these things our whole planet will be freed
Fire doesn’t put out fire, its ego you should bury
Someone had to say it, right? These words are necessary.
Animals. Miscreants. Products of society.
Monsters making mice of men and dodging notoriety
When will people realize that this world’s not what we think it is?
If you’re naive and say it is just do a quick analysis
Peace. Love. A child’s future without war.
All these things they advertise are not what they are fighting for
Human nature guides our acts, but most of us are ignorant
The truth is that our leaders are deceitful and indifferent
Some of you will understand and some of you will tilt your head
Scoffing and believing in the things you’re told and lies you’re fed
All the actions humans take are driven by their minds, you see
Every single move we make is driven by priority
If we care we do it, the bottom line is crystal clear
Pretense is the mask we wear to tell you that we’re all sincere
But deep inside you know it’s true, yet no one seems to take a glance
Afraid that mirror might make us examine our own circumstance
Fingers seem to flex a lot when pointing at the ones out there
But flip the script and things appear to always seem so laissez faire
Why must we get so caught up in pointing out the obvious
None of us are perfect, stop expecting all this godliness
We’re driven by our motives and my friend, we’re all just animals
Behaving so predictably it’s like we’re all mechanical
Its why the ones who run the world all falsely claim benevolence
Then grin to hide corruption and intolerant malevolence
This world of ours is not the one they taught you in your church or school
We’ve let the thieves into our homes and put them on the throne to rule
Now the future we must face, as freedoms what we’re fighting for
The path ahead is free of fog, no smoke and mirrors anymore
Days of old I envy, much realer all these feelings were
Now it seems it’s so fast-paced that every day and night’s a blur
Heartfelt talks under the stars are now boxed into tiny screens
And half the time when she’s not here I can’t tell what the message means
Context comes when eyes see eyes, the words we hear and understand
Its more sincere when we’re both here, when we can touch and hold a hand
I know the world’s exciting and the crowd is always calling us
But these things take the substance out and make love seem superfluous
Right now real is hard to find and so much harder to hold on
Those blissful eyes are nice, I know, but once you blink they might be gone
Why is it that we seem to care more for our fears than what we love
Emotions push, we build a wall, just to make sure they don’t shove
Its like we’re not supposed to feel or open up for weakness sake
Well I don’t want to live that way, I want my soul to stay awake
I want to feel the ups and downs, and everything that’s in between
To know why I’ve been doing this, to know what all of it might mean
Can we be honest with ourselves for a moment? I want to talk about some things. Things like Facebook. Twitter. Instagram, perhaps. Hell, even Tinder…anything that lets people advertise who they are (or at least who they want to be) without having to concern themselves with the real world.
Yeah, I know.
It’s not easy to examine one’s self. We’d all much rather be judging someone else. But right now, let’s do the hard thing and focus the lens introspectively.
Sure, it’s easy to look on at the spinning wheel that is social media, watching as the people we know and grew up with move on with their lives. Comparison is the theif of joy, ain’t it? That’s what they say, at least.
It’s funny though because everyone’s aware, whether consciously or subconsciously, that social media is just a highlight reel. If only we knew who we all are after each one of those many layers of social graces and obligatory formalities got peeled back. The real, you know? Because as much as we market how cool our lives are, at the end of the day…it’s validation that we really want.
Most of us, that is. And you know what? That’s perfectly normal. Not at all a thing to be ashamed of.
After all, most of us just want someone who knows us. Who understands us. Who IS us. We want to enjoy life with a person who gets, more so than anyone, who we truly are. And I’m not talking about the person at three o’clock, bringing in coffee with the same fake grin we all wear knowing we’re just waiting for the hour hand to get knocked ahead a couple notches. I’m talking about the person we are when the day’s facade is over, the candles go out, and the door closes. That person you see when the ambient light from the TV flicks on as it highlights the it-was-a-long-day-fucked-up-hair and feetie pajamas silhouette. That’s the person we’re searching for.
And you want to know something? I bet you’ve already met them.
I know I have.
“All real writers are published”
Hang on a second, that statement’s wrong!
What say you of bloggers, huh?
Can poets not come tag along?
“Ha! We scoff with tilted heads”
“Real writers do those on the side”
“We know that true art lies in sales”
“For money validates our stride”
“So please, a blogger? Some stupid poem?”
“You think that these can pay the bills?”
“Don’t make me laugh, you amateur”
“Just the thought gives me the chills”
Bite your tongue, pretentious fool!
It’s not for funds, why true arts made
Passion, love guides pen and brush
‘Tis by-product, when we get paid
And cut! Fake convo ends as Matt chimes in
On wars of words, “label” affairs
I cannot help but ask them this:
WHO THE FLY’D FUCK EVEN CARES?
Just shut up and write, you dweebs.
Fame is not what it once was
It did not do what it now does
A King would rule, a Saint – anoint
To serve the people – fame’s case in point
Yes, fame is not what it once was
So widely grasped for “just because”
No noble cause, just pride and gain
To serve the selfish, indulge the vain
Those who lived by what was right
Replaced by attention’s appetite
We lost ourselves along the way
Our cultures plagued by moral decay
And while, in light, we all agree
The darkness proves: wicked, are we
Perhaps one day fame will return
To what it was: no one’s concern
Back to roots we know once were
When life was not a fast-paced blur
When people cared for what was true
For those you love, and who loves you
Put my whistle to the wind, there’s naught another ‘round
Divided is the road I’m on, my choice shall prove profound
“Go left,” says he, “Go right!” says she
The demons, they’ve misled
I ask “which way?”
“That way!” They say
And so I point my sled
Every choice we make is a decision in our head
A string of choices, such is life, that’s all until we’re dead
When these choices come to you, what ever will you say?
Will you take the high road out or will you run away?
Make the choices that they love, My Lord you’re looking great
Undermine the ones they want and soon you will find hate
Treat the people as you would yourself, and you’ll find fame
They’ll sing your praises, call you King, in everything but name
Some people get it, most people don’t
Some people will, most people won’t
Some people love, most people hate
Most people: good. Some people: great.
Maybe I’m the one who’s been mistaken after all
Maybe all this fighting’s a good reason for a wall
The more I see the more I hear the less I seem to understand
It’s almost like this world is pieced together and events are planned
Confusion is the currency they’ve built all of their kingdoms on
White homes do not host their crowns they’re places that they place a pawn
Puppets playing House is what we’re looking and we’re pointing at
And all the while he’s up there, the Old Unknown Aristocrat
We don’t even see all of the strings and pieces he commands
But he’s the one who wrote all of the things for which your flag now stands
His name: unknown. His work: unknown. He dodges notoriety
The master of this game knows this is how you mold society
Five steps ahead, he always knows which side he has to pick
Its easy when you know the things that make the people tick
This Old Unknown Aristocrat said of Earth, and all its flaws
If I control its money, I care not who makes its laws
We all know that athletes get highlight reels every week so we can see the coolest plays in a given sport in case we missed them. Well, I thought I’d show some love to the sportsmen/women of word-smithery. Anyone who’s read my work before is fully aware that I’m consumed (and possibly obsessive) over the craft, so I thought this would be a fun little exercise.
What I’ve done is combed through my playlists and such to try and listen for the cleverest uses of language. Basically the most creative puns, double entendres, rarely used words, etc. You know, stuff that makes you think “damn that was a sick line” as you rewind to hear it again.
I never paid attention to this stuff before I got into writing myself, so maybe some of you will appreciate the closer look. And obviously there are like a trillion examples I could list here, so feel free to comment if you have some of your own you like. So without further adieu (in no particular order)!
1. Post Malone – Congratulations
Everything custom like I’m at the border
If you fuck with winning put your lighters to the sky
How can I make cents when I got millions on my mind?
I really like this dude, because he has an amazing story and worked ridiculously hard to make it. The line when he spins “how can I make sense” by using cents in reference to the money that motivated him is brilliant. It stuck out to me the very first time I heard it, and still does. Oh, and the border line (no pun intended) is a good one too.
2. NF – Real
That nurse came into my room, she told me I’m sick in the head
I’m in hip-hop’s hospital bed with a pad and a pen and a brace on my neck
They told me that I’m never leaving. Why? I am as ill as it gets
Man, NF. What do I even say about this kid? He’s just now (finally) exploding into the rap scene with his recent track Let You Down going triple platinum. The quality and nuance of his writing, coupled with his completely fresh perspective (he’s a Christian rapper who doesn’t curse, rapping about the difficult issues we all face) has placed him in my top 3 all time artists. Plus, he has the darkest backstory ever and the death of his mother is one of his most significant driving forces – precisely the situation I find myself in. This particular line, however, stood out to me because of the clever usage of “ill” as both an ailment and it’s slang interpretation. Quick note, I might actually do one of these Top 10 lists for him alone because his writing is truly on a level that very, very few people can compete with. Expect to see a lot of him in the foreseeable future.
3. Eminem – Killshot
How the fuck can him and I battle?
He’ll have to fuck Kim in my flannel
I’ll give him my sandals
‘Cause he knows, long as I’m Shady he’s gon’ have to live in my shadow
I mean come on. The feud between now-blowing-up (mainstream) newcomer Machine Gun Kelly and Eminem is one of the most entertaining back and forth’s since Biggie and 2Pac. It’s breathed life back into hip hop, and was a much-needed non-political headline dominating news feeds just weeks ago. While MGK’s Rap Devil was a more than just a solid punch, Em’s Killshot…well, killed it. The track is jam packed with some of his best writing since the old days of Slim Shady. This reference to his original identity literally casting a shadow is simply an incredible bar. Truly great wordplay.
4. Rachel Platten – Fight Song
Like how a single word
Can make a heart open
I might only have one match
But I can make an explosion
Yeah, I know. No homo, alright? Its a good song! Anyway, Rachel’s writing in this song (which is about battling depression) is just amazing. Her meaningful lyrics probably explain why Fight Song peaked at #6 on the Billboard Top 100, doing precisely what the line here says she would do – make an explosion. What a beautiful story she can now tell, as the impact she achieved inspiring women with this song is huge.
5. Witt Lowry – Let Me Know
I guess that’s what we were taught
We open up depending on how many drinks we have bought
He wants your head and its ironic, he doesn’t care ’bout your thoughts
You’re one more drink away from drowning, feeling empty and lost
I often wonder what really it is that I offer you
At least you feel my touch, even if it’s just when I walk on you
Alone but together, we always make it less than it seems
It’s funny how if you have feelings, you’re weak, so we say less than we mean
Your hands on my chest, you whisper, “What do you want to do next?”
Our generation’s taken love out of sex, and so the question is left
You probably haven’t heard of Witt before (if you have I applaud you for finding good music). At the moment he’s still more of an emerging YouTuber, but recently has been gaining a lot of traction; starting his first tour just last year. His writing is similar to NF’s in terms of relating to everyday struggles, but he’s a bit more brash with his language. Let Me Know is perhaps one of his hardest-hitting accounts regarding dating as it is today. Witt’s lyrics here pour out his soul’s dark, depressing, yet so bone-chillingly real reflection of how many relationships in today’s world are shallow and superficial. The title and chorus is a reference to his plea for people to share their deepest, genuine feelings with one another – rather than projecting the fake facades we’re all so familiar with. The title & chorus make this evident: if you love me, Let Me Know.
As for these verses, the first line I highlighted probably shouldn’t need much explanation as to the double meaning he achieves; one which I think will particularly resonate with women who can relate to such men. The included the second because its such a concise statement that conveys so, so much. This track hits so hard that you should check it out like, now.
Let’s call it our halftime break: YouTube: Let Me Know by Witt Lowry
6. Hailee Steinfeld & Grey (feat. Zedd) – Starving
I didn’t know that I was starving ’till I tasted you
Don’t need no butterflies when you give me the whole damn zoo
By the way, right away, you do things to my body
I didn’t know that I was starving ’till I tasted you
This is just a really fun song. While the lyrics weren’t written by the artists, they’re still meaningful. Short and simple, that first line takes a creative spin on the concept of our appetite for love. Good writing!
7. Elle King – Ex’s & Oh’s
I had a summer love down in New Orleans
Kept him warm in the winter, left him frozen in the spring
My, my, how the seasons go by
This is another fun one. The tune is so catchy, in fact, that its easy to overlook the nuance and depth to the writing (also not by the artist). Even the title itself is clever; playing on exes and the XXOO hug/kiss acronym. This verse here I liked because of the juxtaposition between the two seasons and relating them to her treatment of the ex. Very smart scribbling in this track.
8. Julia Michaels – Heaven
Love’s my religion but he was my faith
Something so sacred, so hard to replace
Falling for him was like falling from grace
All wrapped in one, he was so many sins
Would have done anything, everything for him
And if you ask me, I would do it again
It makes sense that Julia’s songs are full of great writing; she began her career in 2010 as a songwriter for major headliners such as Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato, Shawn Mendes, Justin Beiber, and countless other pop stars. Her growth in the industry has been a heartwarming tale, as in 2017 she finally released her very own single for the first time. The smash hit Issues peaked at #11 on the Top 100, launching her from songwriter in the shadows to singer in the spotlight. Her 2018 single Heaven, featured in (the basically soft-core porn) Fifty Shades Freed, is about the love/hate effect that “bad boys” tend to have on women. The lines I pointed out showcase Julia’s amazing ability of using imagery to convey her feelings and messages. One critic even praised her skills saying that “Michaels manages to summarize the entire Fifty Shades franchise in just two lines: ‘They say all good boys go to heaven / but bad boys bring heaven to you‘”. She’s definitely one to keep an eye on moving forward.
9. The Revivalists – Wish I Knew You
I wish I knew you when I was young
We could’ve got so high
Now we’re here it’s been so long
Two strangers in the bright light
Oh, and I hope you don’t mind
We can share my mood, yeah
Two strangers in the bright light
I wish I knew you, I wish I knew you
Oh, I wish I knew you when I was young
Ugh. This is such a beautiful, yet so freakin’ sad, song. As the music video illustrates, its about two emotionally-hurting elderly people finally chance meeting at the end of their lives; immediately connecting on a visceral level. Written by a team of songwriters, the lyrics capture the full spectrum of feelings during their encounter: inexplicable elation as they spend the whole night dancing under the stars, to tear-jerking sadness felt wishing they had more time to spend together now that they’ve found the person they’ve been searching for their entire lives. Oh, and the “share my mood” line is a really cool one.
If you haven’t heard this one, definitely check it out.
10. Andrew Lloyd Webber – Damned for All Time/Blood Money
I came because I had to, I’m the one who saw
Jesus can’t control it like he did before
And furthermore, I know that Jesus thinks so, too
Jesus wouldn’t mind that I was here with you
I have no thought at all about my own reward
I really didn’t come here on my own accord
Just don’t say I’m
Damned for all time
I couldn’t write a top 10 lyric list without including Andrew. Not only because of the obvious (his use of language is incredible), but this musical has a very special place in my heart because the 1970 original was my mother’s favorite film ever. The nostalgia and memories that sweep over me when I listen to the soundtrack almost always bring a tear or two to my eye. As far as the lines I highlighted, I could just have easily pulled them from any song on the entire album, as they all have powerful wording. This one I liked because it really casts a light on Judas’s perspective, and how he genuinely wanted to do the right thing by turning in the man he idolized. What’s more, the wording reflects that Judas knew exactly how much Jesus loved and understood him, even going as far as to say he knows he will be forgiven for betraying him. Such a very strong portrayal of the depth in their relationship.
So there you have it, peeps. That’s my take on the Top 10 Plays on Words taken from my limited peek into some playlists. There’s so much more I could say, but for brevity I’ll save that for another time.
Thanks for listening, and happy writing!
I’m wedded to Words, yes I’m smitten with love
But like any such marriage, we fight
Sometimes it gets tense, and push comes to shove
As they shout, “Don’t give me your bullshit tonight!”
Of course that’s unfair, Words just don’t understand
Just like any ole husband or wife
Its worked to the bone, this here writing hand
Far too much for that “editing” life
Why can’t Words just listen, do what I say
And tidy things up on their own?
I’m only one man, and its been a long day
Must I do so much work all alone?
As carpal tunnel sets in, Words just lounge and relax
Can’t even say “Good job today, Matt”
Oh its cool Words, I got this, ya’ll just lay on your backs
Like I’m hitched to a fat fucking cat
Hell, I even invent those new friends that you like
“Words Night Out” exists ‘cause of ME
The least you could do is be more sportsmanlike
And help edit occasionally
I mean how hard can it be? Just shuffle your feet!
One step and that loose screw is tight
My spelling is solid, my grammar’s is neat
Its not like it’ll take you all night
But whatever I guess, I know they think I overbear
I truly feel marriage is great
I just get so worried they might have an affair
With that douchebag songwriter I hate
I don’t like to think about the things they think they know
Cause they won’t ever know about the things I like to think
Perhaps my methods madness, you might be right. So?
Patience is a virtue; can someone hold my drink?
3 years ago I sacrificed my one true life to words
Now as I look back, that time was split into three thirds
Year 1 was only pain
The second turned to hate
3 should have been love, but I fear it came too late
Forward’s where we’re headed
Up is where we go
The auditions almost over
It’s time to start the show
They say a fail to plan is just a way to plan to fail
That’s cool because this plan in mind; it doesn’t fit to scale
This path is not a linear one, this journey is 3D
My WHY is not defined by adding up MX and B
The equation is not simple; its variables, complex
Milestones are many, as are its balances and checks
We’ve only penned the Prologue, now it’s on to Chapter 1
A lifetime lies before us, till the time this tale is done.