They don\'t know what to think
Nor, what to do
They try to stare into me and their gaze pulls them through me where they land in a puddle of their own muck
That\'s what they get for trying to fuck with royalty
Nothing at all is ever enough
They think that I am falling all the time because my essence is too tough for them to sink their rotten teeth into now
Wishful thinking, if you can even call it that
Their necks sag like turkeys because their egos are fatter than the fattest fuck
Their faces all pinched and sour because they cant stand the taste of their muck
So, then why would they think that they could feed it to the likes of me?
I m that majestic queen that they wish they could be
They must think that my world is all full of daisies
Like its a walk in the fucking park
But it is really a continual war trying to balance my light with the blessed darkness
I know that it would be silly to say that I would not ever change for the world because my existence is forever changing
I am a caterpillar in a cocoon
A butterfly with hundreds of other species surrounding that would love to make me their victim
Their prey
Their midnight snack
I don\'t even attack them or lash out at them anymore
I just leave them stranded in the middle of their path, trapped in a revolving door
Choking on a part of my passage, which is often a confusing metaphor
It leaves them lingering in their own dissatisfaction wanting something more
Which leaves them with no other option than going out and making it happen on their own
Hey, there is a good starting point in the maze that has no end
In the book without an answer key
One worthwhile facet for them to mimic in their quest to becoming me
I could sit and list all of the things that I do but it would take me about a year
I could start by giving them a list of ways to conquer senseless fear
I could travel around giving seminars and collect all their dirty cash
I could be a comedian who goes around bashing everyone including myself
I could waste away teaching them common good until I lose everything down to my health
But I refuse
I would rather see them waste themselves away wishing that I would lose
I will no longer feed into them
I wont give them anything that may appease their wishes, their delusions, their dim-witted dreams
Things are just the way they are
Everything is as it seems
11-9-2015