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Monday, April 6, 2015

Trying sompin new

You know you are


Baby you know you are
Compromised by self interest
Fellating your sense of being
On top o the heap
Baby you know what I say is true
You think you are the one
And only one
Sad to see the others go on below
When you know for sure you
Are numeral Uno
The whole world is at your fingertips
Pick it up
The mantra keeps the doubt fairies
From flying to close
Baby you know you are
Compromised by self interest
Fellating your sense of being
On top o the heap
But what kind of claim to fame
Is being on top o the heap
This pile of shit
Is the measure of your accomplishment
How high can you be
Being just another soul on the heap



Chris McQueeney    4/6/15



Life is a trippy thing. What I thought of as insurmountable obstacles were actually just blips on the map. I thought the mental health regimen, that I was compelled to be involved in, hamstrung my life. I was wrong...the regimen was the only consistent thing in a life riddled with inconsistency. Goes to show that I may not always know what is best for myself. I am going to get back into writing every day, I have been slacking. What a thing to have in my life, this writing. Tomorrow I am going to write about the biggest failure of my adult life, and how I handled it. I am going to open myself up and put it down in black and white......................     

1 comment:

Other Mary said...

Hey Chris-
Welcome back to writing. It's good to 'see' you here. Cheers. You're poem brings to mind the Floyd lines:

Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?