MICHAEL

MICHAEL

This is me, they call me Michael

I’m not the type that’s suicidal

But Holy shit man Oh My God

People here are fucking flawed

Not to say they lack affordance

Just fuck-a-fied from using substance

I've survived and kept my wit

Staying clear of the Druggist's pit

Left or right I dare not snooze

The God Dam Gov has lite the fuse

Cops and Clerks, out to blame

Nothing ever stays the same

Public Puppets push false claims

Chems' are safe - they have no shame

I choose my thoughts as I see fit

And trash the rest that they trans-mit

Muddy rules constrict my shoes

A game designed for all to lose

Don’t forget my name is Michael

This fucking race is Homicidal

If I stay, I'll lose my grip

Leaders are controlling dicks

Prohibition, Pills, legal weed

Hypocritical Feds forcing creeds

Living here is quite insane

Illusion coursing through their veins

Life is good from where I sit

Staying clear of the Debter's pit

Along the way are blatant clues

Still the fools consume their glues

City life - A Dead-End Grind

Holy crap it blows my mind

Social Delusion a viral fad

Media claims it’s not so bad
Pushers push their opioids

Users fill their empty voids

This is not what life’s about

What the fuck, I just want out

But I’m still here, they call me Michael

Standing strong too end this cycle

Written By: 
Michael K. Englmann
February 12, 2019

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