New blog. I get bored easily. So here we go!

Birds and bees swarm the old Betsy.
It's mating season and this is where they lay their home to rest.
The twigs and branches are just not enough to maintain
so the plastic grocery bags and bottle caps will suffice to sustain.

I live inside a box filled with things that don't matter.
This lifestyle isn't of any import,
I am just doing what I can to survive
a world that isn't even considered natural to me.
Simple invitations turn to complex expectations
and mandatory meetings that tell me who I am supposed to be.

We can all believe that we are unique and free
But that's only true if you're rich.
And not every one can be rich.
Because not every one can succeed.
But they tell us we can succeed.
Because giving us false hope is better than feeding us lies.
But they tell us not to lie
And we learn too late that life is full of contradictions.

So it isn't my fault if I feel like my life is screwed.
Because you're the one who insisted on optimism.
And I will continue to pass along your horrible advice to the next generation.
I will tell them things will get better and leave them to suffer on their own.
I'll let them realize that life is just as worse as you believe it is now.