free(style dis)association

free(style dis)association

A Poem by delapruch
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an explanation of the self.

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won’t be the one you remember who does you in/for if you been watching your back you been under your own skin/you learned the hard way & time & time again/no one will be there when you fall down & hit your head/up you go to dust yourself off/to sharpen your tongue & improve on your scoff/filling your bag with your weapons of choice/the most important thing you got to pack is your own voice/what they try to squash to squeeze to strangle/is the freedom that you assert when you learn to mangle/when you are throwing fists when you are stabbing down/is it you in the mirror with the pathetic frown?/no one upon this earth has the right to pretend/that it’s you that has to follow them to the bitter end/you be better off knocking them down the stairs/on your way down your own path with nothing spared/don’t owe a thing to a god like they say you do/don’t owe a thing to a government that would sooner kill you/than try for a moment to lift you from the dirt/with universal health care, a decent job or an education system that works/it’d all be better for everybody concerned if you just lock yourself up in a cage & watch yourself burn/but you & i know that this would just not do/you got a chip on your shoulder?/you got something to prove?/for those that want to sleep all the while they’re alive/you’ll be throwing caution to the wind if you do try/stepping out of your own box/leaves nothing to be imagined by the ones holding the locks/if it is to be that you don’t drink the kool-aid n’ cyanide/then you’ll walk out of this one when all the rest die.

© 2011 delapruch


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delapruch
delapruch

nothingville, NY



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Bio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..