{"sf1_id":543484,"sf2_id":"V1Y44QEn","title":"Open Poetry","author":"Care A Lot","words":808,"posted_at":"2013-05-27T03:50:00.000Z","tags":["Drugs","Other","Poetry","Political","Religion","recovery"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/543484-open-poetry","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/V1Y44QEn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b2/8c/b28cd616-dd61-4b49-926b-dd30193ccf32","description":"This is some poetry that I worked on a few months ago, and I polished it up grammar-wise. If the photo looks messed up, I'm sorry. From a level of technology, I am kind of weak. But, yeah, that's me. If you like what you see, there is much more to come. Good night.","content":"Andrew Jennings\n\n5/26/2013\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBondage\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWe will not die for a god like this,\n\nwho creates mistakes that walk like this.\n\nI spit in his face who made me,\n\nand laugh as he obeys me.\n\nI have listened enough to your children,\n\nwith their squeamish lies,\n\nand desecrations of life\n\nthat have us\n\nbonded with barbed wire,\n\npiercing, bleeding, dying, gasping.\n\n\"Fuck you, asshole,\"\n\nI scream\n\nAs I walk out of the penitentiary.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI Raped A Tree\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI raped a tree.\n\nChrist died for me.\n\nI bought the holy bible at barnes and noble\n\nalong with a starbucks coffee,\n\nand so I raped a tree.\n\nGee.\n\nI think Jesus would be proud of Me!\n\nBeing all I can be,\n\nspending all I can spend\n\non ego,\n\nnever saying lego\n\nbecause what Jesus fucking did on the cross\n\nwas too fucking selfish\n\nin our minds\n\nthat we cannot comprehend\n\nwhat fucking pain He must have gone through\n\nbut sitting around and praying to the heavens\n\nfor God to make everything better\n\nwhen\n\nlooking within,\n\na realization may emerge God is within you and I,\n\nand the fact that He lies within sinners\n\nis more beautiful\n\nthan any fucking jungle\n\nthat www.amazonfucking.com\n\ncould ever sell us.\n\nSo don't you see\n\nthat we\n\nare living in a plastic fucking fantasy,\n\nall tied up in man's lies\n\njust so we can\n\nmunch on mcdonald's fries\n\nand then work it off\n\nwithout guilt,\n\nSo on New Year's Eve\n\nGreat resolutions We've built\n\nto change our lives and change the world\n\nBut drunk ass on bourbon and scotch\n\nIs no time to make\n\nproclamations about how\n\nwe are going to run for President of the United States of\n\nAmerica in 2016, ha ha.\n\nSo instead, sleep it off, wake up, refreshed, sober, fucking look at yourself in the fucking mirror and make a decision that today, You will rape no more trees, but will decide to make a fucking difference in the life of someone who really fucking needs it.\n\nThank you.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTwelve Stepping\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhat did you think of them? they asked. Did they help you? Would you recommend. . . would you please shut your pie hole,\u0026nbsp; Please? An extended moment of silence, then a cascading sigh. I'll say everything that I deem necessary to the situation at hand. The first thing they enabled me was of awareness, so yeah, the Illuminati, the club, their precedent cause for organization was really just a bright neon comforter and intellectuals heads were frowned upon. Shit, an attempt to stamp out those who would want to know more, get in tune so the more they pushed their own sentiments the, more awareness I founded and that was the largest thing I learned. How about the staircase? The staircase? Yeah, the staircase, Oh, I'll tell you about the staircase, because you see the first stair is where they get you like a police baton to your knees, and that bitch screams pain and surrender and I'm not even to the other stairs yet which open you raw and suck you dry and by professionals no laymen that the condition is hopeless, irreversible, impossible to fix, well I fixed, yeah I fixed that condition just fine. How? How, I'll tell you how. Now, please shut up. No more questions. You deter me. I dropped out. I chose what 21st century American culture has lost: guts, balls, nerves of steel, we are a country of laid back idle couch potatoes, and yeah that is a cliché now but for some reason that still goes unheeded it's because of the lack of guts, balls, nerves of steel that many crawl to these groups to gripe and pick up trinkets but the real story begins with squatting on the end of the four foot corner wall flipped on Robitussin unable to stand so high and when I did going to Canal, watching the 2007 sixteen seed March Madness team enter their hotel and went back to his apartment, calling me over to \"Get in the car, Get in the car,\" he drives the same old blaming, shouting, accusing, \"How the fuck would you know anything\" mental thing in my head because you have not tried cough syrup the way I have tried cough syrup, and him wanting to fucking kill me, that night that is how I got to the staircase, that is how I got back to hell, that is how I found awareness. (deep breath, deep breath, deep breath.) So what do I think of them? They're a bunch of good hearted, son of a bitch manipulators is what they are. They manipulate everything, and those around them, and I think that I have said my piece, may I go, and the microphone hits the carpet as I light up my cigarette.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}