Primitive

LIGHT WARRIOR


Notice of absence from LIGHT WARRIOR
I am currently working on more light hearted work after a wonderful year of change . God bless you all..

Almost does not count at all

It only makes it seem crazier than it is

Granting some higher-up sorcerer the life of your first born child

Selling your souls with contracts signed in your own blood

Wallowing in the mud like that is certainly not for me

I am no where close to being a pig

All I want to do is submerge myself in true love and prosperity

I can't even get a damned gig

I busted my ass for my last employer

I gave them my all and apparently, they still expected more

Just when all the boys from behind the line finally stopped ignoring me, the old crustaceans started to swarm

They realized one day that I am hotter than fire when they were already irked that I was getting warm

A savage beast

A siren

A nymphomaniac

My drab work uniform was so tired and worn that it started peeling back away from my flesh, exposing me

Feeling beautiful in my own skin again

Everything was all too smooth, so easy

I must of been there to thwart their plans

I was too much for them to ingest

Someone must have seen me somewhere after hours

Strutting my shit in full stride

Hips swaying to and fro

Exposing raw my shimmering hide

Somebody must have lied to them when they were explaining how it is that it should be

Somebody must have seen a bit more of me than their reality would permit them to see

But, none of that pertains to me and if it did, I would never accept it

I would gnaw it off of me with my own teeth

Coyote ugly

Iron fluid soaking into my gums

A primitive creature you could say is me

A Neanderthal, Bigfoot bitch

Clawing my way through the bushes

Taking the living down

Dazzling the crowd with a fabulous costume

A primitive, colorful clown

Making my way through a man-made labyrinth

Expecting an anvil to drop upon my head at any given moment in time

Primitive, the way that they stalk my movement

How they forever attempt to catch me up in the context of all of their crimes

It's like I am always hunted

Like my guard must always be on point and intact

I refuse to be their muse, their puppet

I will never make nor sign a pact

6/03/2017

 

 

  • Author: LIGHT WARRIOR (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 30th, 2017 00:55
  • Category: Unclassified
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