21st Century Creator

I can’t count the times I’ve said never mind
Or simply chose to ignore that feeling inside
I’m nervous and full of fear
For the journey forward still remains unclear

Is it better to push out the garbage
Forming a masterpiece of unintelligible knowledge?
Or to hold back what wishes to come
Absorbing its’ toxins until everything goes numb
And all you can think about is that perfect creation

There are no lessons in purity
But the failures bring a far more extreme insecurity
They won't understand, how could they?
You opened a box of razor blades and said, “come play”

Yet, their path wasn’t blocked
They could’ve gone around, or peered through the cracks
Seeing the illusion of a wizard dressed in drag
Making you believe he holds all that makes you mad

Enraged by a clowning pastor
Who could get to the punchline a little faster
Or his philosophical brother
Who asks question after question uncovered
His lack of explanation
Feuling the publics infurations

Disregard the complexities of serious thought
I present to you seven minutes of an idiot fraught
With an anxiety of capitalistic horrors
Coming forth in patriotic humors

Filled with sci-fi and skateboarding
Your tepid reception was more akin to waterboarding
Not angry nor happy
Not even actively viewing

Nobody seems to care
Until you leave it behind raw and bare
No edits
All thoughts
No Compliments
Everyone you’ve fought

Here we go again
Another attempt at greatness
Overshined by all the people who claim they hate this

No positivity in a world ruled by clicks

All this negativity creating the people we refer to as, “Dicks”

One more time for the people in the back
Don’t let the dicks bring you their piles of shit
Meant to ruin all that you commit