once upon a jaded nightmare

pitiful little boy, outdated clothes and shabby shoes
whered you come from, cause that smirk doesnt say it all
watch him slouch, lower, deeper, in thought, out of touch,
nothing but the air in front, back and knotted up. through
the floorboard, his throbbing head trembles, no fear, just
the insecurities of an overwhelming chasm, a rift, in time,
he stumbles, gathers himself, proceeding to reset the load on
to the shoulders, through the door, one foot first, second
place ribbon gathers dust, clogs his nostrils, gasp and grasp
the pillow closer, bury your face, the facts, dont tell you
the flip side to the story, no more, maybe less, keep pouring
til when, the light breaks, you just cant see no more, but i
see you, look up, look back, but he only sees himself

Oh the Irony

Dig out a half eaten candy bar, laced with pocket lint
    and absorb the scene through glassy eyes
Oh those condescending oligarchists, melted posh to the core
rich in assets, but lacking in vitality
odalisques of vanity, sporting this week's personable self reality
pity the knowing and humble the blind, for apparentness can't but
    wrap up garbage--the stench will always seep out
    polluting the unbiased average jacks
time only passes to the passerby
    such is the luck, but anguish to the observer
And cut. Sink a little lower, now conform to that throne of a personality
    which instills that--"quote"--normality complex within
until unending feeling of insurrection dissipate
    the one way glass, mentally erected
    remains a two sided plate