Driving nails in with hammers.
in searching the junk of my head,
i found a nail good as new.
with hammer i pounded it through my heart,
there was no scar tissue, it wasn’t even that
we had to pull the nail out.
the words that formed the nail said,
“your a stupid piece of shit!”
not that i believed it, but what the fuck;
nothing better to do; pound another nail through.
in searching the pile of insults i found a nail gun,
with the words, “your nothing today and nothing ever again.”
and in the pop pop pop sound put
about a hundred of those nails in.
but to the one who gave me this
complex I’ve got another sort of nail.
it’s formed with the words:
“I'm better than you will ever be.”
i don’t have to go around driving that
nail in sideways to make a point.
just watch your step,
cause my proverbial nail gun is fully loaded.
i go through the bins of nails, some of my favorites are:
“fuck i hate the world” and
“piss off and eat shit” with the always ready
“don’t anybody touch my bag ...”