Spoken word, inspired by Francisco Goya, "Deaf Man"
You have been turning tricks longer than they actually knew
it
Scraping each warm soul for a piece of yourself
Being whatever they want you to be, whenever you want to be
it
A hypocrite
Backstabbing, disgrace-having, bigot, fraud, backsliding,
phony, miscreant, delinquent, liar...
and a fake
You trap your words with the tip of your tongue every time
you stay quiet
But Lord knows that plans for undertaking lie, as you remain
silent
All talk but no action…
thoughts of hate, anger, and insincerity
soothe your soul
How you put words into idleness and idleness into words
Your every memory of perception contains no verbs
And everybody goes around acting like they can play the game
right with you
Little do they know that the game ain’t over until they see
the back of your head
Rolling and turning in the dirt as you leave them for dead
Discovered –
After putting water to the kettle, they find that you boil
violently
A hypocrite
The injury caused by your existence, creates more distance
Your recall seems very small
So you fantasize, and cover it with lies
Dying to be loved,
– to your neck is your hand, to a knife, and
its cold, and it’s hard –
cause there is no where to run
...I am not falling victim to your game
You
nothing but dust
carried by wind when you come into my space
Unstable, fragile, wishing your pieces would be gathered
I hear nothing from you
I speak nothing of you
I care nothing for you
Expecting your trespasses to be forgiven, you lay with no
fate
Your lies bring light to your desperation
Your obsession demands some sort of investigation
Sharing any pity would be disastrous for me
Being deaf only saves me from your idiocy
A hypocrite
Because that is what you are
what you are is all a part
of who you are
With a true ...Motive
