Take Flight

 

 

Plug me in,

Flick the switch,

Turn me on,

You are my bitch.

 

Dress me up,

Pinstripes on black,

Your mind I’ll corrupt,

Spirit fades to black.

 

Unleash me now,

Your time has come,

As I wonder how,

We were ever undone.

 

I’ve had quite enough,

Of sharing your fate,

This divide is too much,

As is your thirst for hate.

 

You fought hard against time,

Such a pity-less cause,

With rhyme and rhyme,

For silent applause.

 

You misguided child,

Seeking that rainbow,

Out there in the wild,

With the freak sex show.

 

They shattered your nerves,

Applauded your cause,

Emptied your purse,

Busted your balls.

 

Just behave yourself man,

Pull your dam head in,

Just listen to your fans,

Focus on your sin.

 

And what have you now,

Beside a couple of names,

Against one you vow,

Another other masks shame.

 

You left some words behind,

On empty white pages,

Lost track of all time,

Paid with your mid ages.

 

It’s futile and pointless,

Barely enticing,

Making them worthless,

Is the final icing.

 

So take your soapbox,

And bunch of empty likes,

You poetic pox,

Piss off and take flight.

 

(c) 2013 PJ Bayliss