Martyr's Lament

All I wanted 

Was a change

A dose of truth

A taste of power

An egotrip


...And followers


Which I got.

Thought me divine

They hung on every word

Notably, the most meaningless.


How could I explain

Disbelief in

What I taught belief in

After the cheering section

Stormed the field

Changed the game

And tore down the goals.


My mistake

Was to see anything in them

Other than a reflection.


Through the mirror now

My name is worn (out)

To sanctify, justify, vilify

Things I never dreamed of.


Disturbs my eternal sleep

Knowing this long night is "mine"

But they'll never stop

Basking in the renown

Of the onetime me

While I rot.

A Three-Line Refutation (Of Earbud Zombies)

Turn up the volume

Until you can't hear

Your own whimpering.

The One True Platitude

The world hates you.

                                        It wants you to suffer,

And it wants you to die.

                                        It will get what it wants.



                                                                            ...But wants need not be gifted.