I may be beaten
A loser in your eyes
But I'm not that stupid
I've been patient
You fail to see the problem
What's the point of changing?
In the end, it wasn't me
After all, you saw the writing on the wall...

The old me would have hung around
Until they dragged me out to pasture
Drooling, brain dead, sychophant
Satisfied with mere crumbs
But I ain't a sucker or a fool
I can't fake it...Either
I've been blessed or cursed
Depends on how guilt is feeling that day...

There are so many cruel jokes
One can laugh at
Bu you're on the proverbial roll
Ain't no stopping you now
Until the joke is on you
You can talk about unity
Yes we can
But you're intent on tearing families apart
Yes, you have a heart
Only for you
And I can't be a part
Of your hateful, suffocating crusade
Anymore...

The weight being slowly lifted from my shoulders
I know there will be struggles ahead
Change never facile, but if serenity
Is deemed priceless
I'm not going to find it here
Stuck in the quagmire
Complicit and part of the problem
That's why I must move on
Sighs of relief
An expression we can agree on
No tears, they don't become you
A farewell party more your speed
There's my ego rearing its ugly ahead
Again...

P-Aug 29, 2008