Saturday, June 30, 2012

The Count of Being Counterfeit


Calling yourself a sabateour is just a fancy excuse for not acting like an adult,
a childish way of saying that you muck things up for the sake of fucking things up
another easy out for someone who never really dealt themselves into this game

You call yourself a lot of things worth reading into,
but not if you don't take the time to read between the lines,
then why should the rest of us----
why should we spell this out for you?

You told me that deep down you knew you were destined to walk to where the sidewalk ends,
but the sidewalk was a winding spherical mess, just as the Earth was never the flattened frontier they assured us of,
but why should we allow you to disillusion us?

Calling yourself a vagabond just means that I was worth walking away from,
that from the get go,
what I feared had finally come to fruition,

and for all the evenings on the porch,
all the Sunday nights when you assured me of our manifest destiny,
my gut and its intuitive little innards were right,

you were nothing but an impostor,
and this was nothing but a wash

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