SPINNING CATASTROPHE

SPINNING CATASTROPHE

I’ve become such a tragedy of poetic proportions,

Caught up in the negativity of social distortions,

Allegations and accusations do compromise,

My sanity of which so many find lies,

Truth be told I’m an exception to all your rules,

Playing just another jester putting smirks upon fools,

This fraudulent reality is killing me,

Speaking my mind I set the truth free,

Step by step you walk the line,

Beat by beat I dance to mine,

Dancing around your normal idiotic gaze,

Some might say, “Oh he’s fine, it’s just a phase.”

Little do they know I hath no fear,

Of anything that stretches beyond my last year.

With grins and giggles I pass by you each day,

Seeking many wonders along my way.

Like clockwork the world will keep rotating without you or me,

But until I’m ashes I’ll continue to enjoy myself so let me be,

For I am my own spinning catastrophe…

-brad