I've been fucken butchered true
By the sins of what my Dad did do
I've been fucken hit so hard
She thought I was a damn dullard
I've been fucken petrified
In asylums I would run and hide
I've been fucken emptied out
By fakes and greed have no doubt
I've been fucken so long mourning
Three dead siblings and no sun dawning
I've been fucken too misled
Have no job, charity instead
I've been fucken very hated
And I feel it unabated
I've been fucken so friendless
But never really did care less
I've been fucken laughed at much
Now, who was it? 'Such and Such'
I've been fucken analyzed
The doctor he just penalized
I've been fucken knocked right out
Her poison searing with its clout
I've been fucken close to dyin'
Three attempts and I ain't lyin'
I've been fucken hypnotized
By a shady world all disguised
I've been fucken evolving
From amoeba to a human king
I've been fucken watching Cohen
You'd never guess of what he's owin'
I've been fucken trying to dance
Been so long since I had a chance
I've been fucken sober long
Think I'll change these words into song
I've been fucken broken bad
It's really rather very sad
I guess with all this fucken loss
You wonder why I call me Boss
Fucken loss
Keep writing Boss. I look for your poems when I enter the forum. I'm not sure why, but I do.
Perhaps it is because you take us with you through the dark and the light. What more can a poet do?
You offer us your unhappiness but also your highs and you have searing energy, like volcanic lava.
Yes, I wondered why you call yourself Boss and that is why I suggested a name-change for you at one stage.
Keep writing Boss. The night may be full of stars, but the darkness seems to support them forever and therefore has its place.
And you give us glimpses of both.
Keep writing Boss.
Perhaps it is because you take us with you through the dark and the light. What more can a poet do?
You offer us your unhappiness but also your highs and you have searing energy, like volcanic lava.
Yes, I wondered why you call yourself Boss and that is why I suggested a name-change for you at one stage.
Keep writing Boss. The night may be full of stars, but the darkness seems to support them forever and therefore has its place.
And you give us glimpses of both.
Keep writing Boss.
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"Without light or guide, save that which burned in my heart." San Juan de la Cruz.
