#kai straw

So here

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Isn’t it wild how quickly the weather can flip in spring? From nice and warm to flakes falling.. Glad I’m not a Grass-Type right now!

The night was ripe and I was pickin’ grapes off it

Taken off at like midnight, then I'd say softly

That it wouldn't be met with what normally bested

Me, which be whiskey and weed but indeed

It did, and I was gone like a cough to a lozenge

Walked up in a house to 'em all doin' dollar hits of coke

While talking cognitive, rhetoric like philosopher's

About death, life, love, just pondering

Solvin' themselves these shells of truth

That they'll lose once their high's through

And I guess that defines youth

Then there's poets praying for plagues or bombs

So they'll have something more to write in essays or songs

'Cause they're bored of war and can't do shit about politics

So get real fuckin' drunk and then imagine they can abolish it

But then they'll get old, and have some kids of their own

Then those kids will say the same shit 'till their old

And it repeats over and over

And watch the news - they're still

Saying that the world's fucked and they've got it on film

Like, yeah, kill, kill, kill, did everybody die?

Double that, we need ratings, call it, umm, a genocide!

Then after a 2-hundred thousand dollar commercial

We're shown kids blown to bits

In a country we've never heard of

Then some have the nerve to comment like they know shit

Sayin, "Oh, that's God punishing the heathens' indulgence"

And they believe it, because passion with a good voice

Passes as fact to like half of those who hear the noise

So bon voyage and whatnot or whatever

I'll sever ties with my senses forever

I'm so existential and selfishly bitter

Like, look, take my rights but

Leave me my liquor (Leave us our liquor!)

Then I see all these women wearing make up for the sake of

Perfecting the face that appears when they wake up

And I wonder what it'd be like to live as a girl

Where your face isn't good enough to show to the world

It's odd, a woman's life is a fashion show

And a guy's not a guy unless he's smashing those

And they say, we're all free in most ways

But what most don't calculate

Is that we're slaves mostly to culture

Giving ulcers to a kid who likes pink

'Cause when Daddy calls him faggot, he likes blue to be abiding

Or a girl who was lonely, and was forced to pretend

But then blew a bunch of dudes and had a room full of friends

Then we're all Che 'til our youth runs out

A bunch of Bolsheviks, that conform somehow

I see kids pushin' world peace out their mouths

And to them I say, no, the world's a fuckin' slaughterhouse

We're all living on stolen roads

A peace sign's just fashionable

So I'll be sitting here

See you when you save the world

but sometimes words aren't enough,

sometimes our tongues can't dance or tap

a rhythm that can express all that's within them

for at times, in a word can live

not just a thought, but a metropolis

and if not magnified, they're dismissed

as just vowels grouped with consanants,

But..

I’m not a simple person, but I don’t think anyone is,

an ant constructs a labyrinth without ever really knowing it,

and a spider forgets it’s artistry, and it’s the one who’s sewing it

So here’s to not knowing the supposed growing vastness

and being one of many ants, victim of death and taxes,

and to the tapestry likely sewn due to all of the actions

of us people, and being fine without some purposes to back them

See, I feel cursed at times,

cursed as the disconnected,

it’s as if, to my own life, I must remain objective

Like every frame, of every second, dancing across my eyes

are just that, a show, and to my soul they’re merely televised

And I’m stuck in this theater of the senses and cognition

forced to view this life pass, like a projector full of pictures

I want to fall in love, feel some connection with another soul

but maybe in another life, I think, if ever at all

There’s so much shame involved in everything I’ve done

they say mistakes make you who you are, but, I liked who I was

So here’s to the future, and here’s to you

maybe you can learn from what I’ve done in this pathetic human suit

But, maybe, with a chance,

You're gonna find your way