I Be Feigning!
Like an Addict that just entered Rehab
My blood be pumping
My thoughts pounding
I Be Focused...
On that itch that needs a scratch
I need to scratch that itch
Fulfill that twitch
Stop that tick
Be ready to rob something or somebody to see if what I need I can get
On the job I keep with me my "sidekick"
But with it so near me, work is less important
It justs makes the itch, itch more
Sometimes that itch gets so bad that I set my work aside
So my addiction and I can settle a score
I just be feigning
So bad that my head is cloudy
Can't pay attention for all the noise and chaos in and around me
Need to empty my head, but I can't
Sweating bullets trying not to let it pull me in
Don't want to relapse like I've done time and time again
At least for the time being
If I were at home, this story would have a different end
Because what I feign for is my "sidekick", my notebook and pen
And my worst addiction is poetry writing
So if I could empty & clear my head of all the ideas
And my fingertips could stop itching to write
Then I wouldn't have this monkey on my back
And I wouldn't have this insane itch that needs to be scratched
And I wouldn't have a longing to fly
And I wouldn't dare to dream
And I wouldn't care to think
And I wouldn't think to care
My fantasy would be just that
While my reality would cease to exist
And another voice would die
With one more opinion
With one more solution
One more Soldier in the Revolution
Bringing the Revolution of Truth & Common Sense that much closer to an end
So you see, I like this monkey on my back
And I appreciate the itch
For if it were not for my addiction
That which ails me would pass through fists and lips
Rather than pass to paper through my fingertips
Now as I feign for that which I am addicted to
I bring this thought to you
Do you not feign for what once made us human beings,
Rather than the savage beasts we have become?
Are you not feigning for what was once truth?
Or are you clouded by the fact that you no longer have any addiction to free your mind from that which is the GOVERNMENT MENTATLITY that leads you to believe that all is well in the world?
You laugh because I say I am an addict
And you don't think I have it together
I laugh because you're an addict, too.
The difference is you believe in Uncle Sam
Proving that you are the one who is not as together as you may think
Because I am secure in my addiction
And you still quake in fear even under Big Bro's security
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