they all tell me
absence makes the heart grow fonder
but all I can think is
out of sight, out of mind, (yeah man!)
they keep telling me
good things come to the good girls who wait
but the place where my mind goes is
time and tide don’t wait for no man (kid, I cried!)
they tell me one last thing
that wise men think alike
but my mama told me
that fools seldom differ (believe me, I tried!)
now I’m done with what they told me
because i save money just by spending it
i know just one thing, that i know nothing
this truly is the beginning of the ending
they think I’m stupid
but I’m gonna be greater than folklore
living forevermore
like i already do- in this mind of mine
and i can’t hear what I’m saying
can you hear me from down here in the crowd
the roar of the thunder
why oh why am i such a compulsive liar?
and Mr. frost said
men work together whether they work together or apart
what am i doing
living this life whether I’m broken or not
they told me to write something radical
be the punk-rock type or be the exclusionist metaphor
does this suffice for you?
does this work for your precious little stereotypes?
fin for now
but not forever
cuz they still don’t know
what a liar you are.
ANVI TUTEJA
This Cannot Be The Ending.
Thoughts Caught 