Inching towards twenty years
Older but questionably wiser
Phone calls, invitations, e-mails
Will you forgive us for emotional blackmail?
No response, offense unintended
Mixed emotions finding no peace
I've always pondered too long
A defect I freely admit
Unlike you hiding behind the weakest defense
That we were just kids
Tell that to the trenchcoat killers
When you see them in hell
May God have mercy on your souls...

Perhaps, I said a few things
That I long to regret
Apologies for not remembering every last detail
For I was intent on burying the pain
And hitting myself in the back of the head
With any weapon available
Yet you have the audacity to think
That I should be amaiable
Lest forget the hurt perpetrated
Shaking hands with the Devil
Dramatic hyperbole you scoff
But you weren't there for me
When I was considering the inevitable
Compassion has always been beneath you...

Ghosts haunt the halls
Empty lockers and stale perfume
And while many of the demons have been excorsized
Some still want to hang out
Self destructive, never been in doubt
I can't imagine sharing a space
Breathing the air with a room
Full of soul sucking reprobates
Who think they're something special
Cause parents told them repeatedly
That they were great
Delusion is a disease
Humbleness is the cure
But you were never taught
To look beyond the obvious
For there was a clue
What can a bastard do?

As I gaze back
I shake my head in sadness
As to why some of you are opining
On the glory days
There must be something better on the horizon
Of course, I'm biased
You may be middle age physically
But you've always be a teenager mentally
Homecoming is over my enemy
It ain't coming back...

While you petulant, stuck up, snobbish
Clickish, racist, mama's boy, daddy's girl
Homophobes measuring your dick cause you ain't got none
Believe you're immune to the common man and woman
The rest of us have kept our head out of the clouds
And feet on the ground cause
No how many houses, cars, material possessions you acquire
You'll always be a no talent fraudlent waste of sperm and egg
Continually trasping on us for
You only relate to the "Man" in the cracked mirror
Wealth may buy you out of trouble
But it's a mere drop in the bucket
To salvage a soul that was tettering on bankruptcy since birth
Last time I checked
So was mine...

P-August 23, 2008.