#1140
Being Catholic  

I can not follow
Your design
I can not buy into
Your belief
I can not comprehend
Your insecurity
I can not understand
Why you would be so discouraging
To ones own responsibities to ones own actions
The things
You put me through
Just because of my pride
Just because of my work
The things
You put me through
Are disrespectful
And to use a direct quote
Disrespect is a two way street
The things
You put me through
Give me stomach cramps
And an earache
My purpose
Is my work
And my work
Is my purpose
You're so tired of me
You're so tired
I am wide awake
Even though
I haven't slept in years
I still remember
The last time I slept
Was the last time
People like me
Made sense to
People like you
And even when we did
No one was listening
Because you gave up from the start
So my kitchen is infested
With tiny insects
No matter how much I clezan
They won't go away
So you couldn't see me turned around
Using your mistakes
To disinfect and kill germs
No one is listening
To gthe crowd that is at bay
No matter how much
They yell
In a sort of mechanical drone
I was just interrupted
By my phone ringing
I saw on my call display
That it was you
I never answered
Because earlier in the week
You left a message
On my answering machine
Asking if my old Nirvana ticket stub
Was for sale
You wanted it so you could say
That you were there
With us
The first and only time
That they played here in this tiny town
I let you leave another message
And keep on counting
On what I keep
Is special to me
So I can't complain
When I let my guard down
And drift off to sleep
Letting my dreams
Of bitchy co-workers
Irritate me in my sleep
I could be that way too
But I just can't fake it
I am not brilliant
I am of average intelligence
I am not gorgeous
I am of average looks
By the way
It's not my mistake
For being average
The higher you raise the bar
The farther it is to fall
With that piece of gorgeous intelligence
It's a wonder
You get out of bed in the morning
I think to myself
The more people I meet
The more I like myself
You think that's funny
You think that's fucking hillarious
I'll show you what's fucking hillarious
A photograph of this dead derrelict
I took years ago
Oh yeah
He's got your morals shoved up his ass
Because you prefferred
To talk about you
Thinking all day
Instead of
Thinking about you
And then talking all day
Your sympathy is so strangeIt's not like you
Your sympathy is usaually reserved
For those who consider needy
Well look where it got the derrelict
Abstinence is like utopia or anarchy
One man's view of either
Is different from the other's
Heavy petting can't compare
To the real thing
So you would prefer
Some teenage girl getting pregnant
Instead of using a condom
You fucking idiot
You abviously had the sex drive
Of an earthworm
When you were that age
Or never had any peer pressure
It really takes me down
When you throw the so called good book at me
Awkwardly I hide out
It passes time until
I draw the winning hand
And say
I don't need your brand name
To get by
Look at him
Look at him
He's just like that derelict
I mentioned
A little while ago
Look at him
Look at him
Do you think he knows
What it's like to be a teenager now
Do you think he even remembers
What it's like to be a teenager then
I would say
Not to make me laugh
But I started laughing when I was a teenager
And I am not laughing
With you
I am laughing at you

© 2006 Corey Hamilton