tallonrk1
05-27-2013, 12:09 AM
Dear God,
You must rolling around on the clouds of heaven
In a never relenting fit of laughter at the monster you’ve created.
Did you really think I’d never catch on
To this sick and never ending oppression?
I can only imagine what was going through your head at the time
“Oh ho! First, we’ll make him an introvert,
But only introverted enough to where he can only derive joy
Out of close relationships that sing with the wind chimes.
“But just to make sure the few relationships he does have
Will never actually become close
I’ll place a rainbow in the background of his life
And deprive his soul of a love for jazz.”
These must have been your thoughts you devious fiend
And now that neon rainbow follows me everywhere I go
And my feet are always tapping out of tempo
As I break in the face of the scant amount of joy I’ve gleaned.
This was your plan, your almighty plan?
Maybe, maybe if that pervasive rainbow was just a little less opaque
Then maybe, maybe I could reevaluate the path I’m set to take.
But now I can’t distinguish the route from which I began.
Maybe if you gave me two X chromosomes,
Or maybe if you wouldn’t have put that goddamn rainbow in the sky
Then maybe, maybe I could feel at least an inch of happiness
As opposed to the downgraded beat that my life drones.
That goddamn rainbow, luminous as ever
Always, always in the forefront of my mind
With its sickening taunt of puked out colors
Plastered across that sea of dreams forever…forever.
Oh, I wouldn’t wish being gay upon my worst enemies.
I wouldn’t wish being gay upon my worst enemies.
And, ironically, that makes me a little more moral than thou,
Walking the streets in my dissonant melodies.
With Love,
Your Monstrous Creation.
You must rolling around on the clouds of heaven
In a never relenting fit of laughter at the monster you’ve created.
Did you really think I’d never catch on
To this sick and never ending oppression?
I can only imagine what was going through your head at the time
“Oh ho! First, we’ll make him an introvert,
But only introverted enough to where he can only derive joy
Out of close relationships that sing with the wind chimes.
“But just to make sure the few relationships he does have
Will never actually become close
I’ll place a rainbow in the background of his life
And deprive his soul of a love for jazz.”
These must have been your thoughts you devious fiend
And now that neon rainbow follows me everywhere I go
And my feet are always tapping out of tempo
As I break in the face of the scant amount of joy I’ve gleaned.
This was your plan, your almighty plan?
Maybe, maybe if that pervasive rainbow was just a little less opaque
Then maybe, maybe I could reevaluate the path I’m set to take.
But now I can’t distinguish the route from which I began.
Maybe if you gave me two X chromosomes,
Or maybe if you wouldn’t have put that goddamn rainbow in the sky
Then maybe, maybe I could feel at least an inch of happiness
As opposed to the downgraded beat that my life drones.
That goddamn rainbow, luminous as ever
Always, always in the forefront of my mind
With its sickening taunt of puked out colors
Plastered across that sea of dreams forever…forever.
Oh, I wouldn’t wish being gay upon my worst enemies.
I wouldn’t wish being gay upon my worst enemies.
And, ironically, that makes me a little more moral than thou,
Walking the streets in my dissonant melodies.
With Love,
Your Monstrous Creation.