PHILADELPHIA:

I was watching Sunny

Thinking I might find it funny

That I could see such good friends

Seeking only common ends.

And in some uncommon trends occurred

I had my word it was absurd.

And no one would defend their actions

Entertainment is distractions.

But then I saw Mac and Dennis

Like they’re at a match in tennis

Macking on a girl who’s grand-dad

Passed and selfish to the last.

And when I hear that bold pretension

In that old fuck’s condescension

I can see why he would fail to see

His own grandfather with his sister D.

Oh, the machismo and the nerve

That he had himself to serve

And to one-up (the moral selflessness!) of his best friend

He got what he deserved.

But I forgot to mention

That the sight of his pretension

So sunk into my own nerves

And veins like venom

I could no less contain than to

Condemn him.

In his denim jeans

His hipster slease

His bold, self-righteous genes

And style and ease in lying

While his own grand-dad was dying.

That I fell down to my knees

Just like a wounded soldier

Thinking all I wanted was these

Eyes. This long blonde hair

And just to hold her.

And he said to him that night:

You can’t claim her as your right

And as the same old flame has stung

Two years ago an other’s shame

Begun…

I wondered where Mac kept the gun

From the last episode.

Because like fuck am I having

An other panic attack and

Psychotic episode of trauma.

In this adolescent high school drama.

Where they get invited to the prom.

And D gets off the phone with mom…

My head is spinning

Once again and blood is

Thinning once again and all the

Sin beginning with the treachery of

My best friend.

The lechery. The murder of the

Innocent. The rank inseamed bed.

And you are right when you say

All of this from that night went

All to my head.

The paranoia two years later

Threatening then to destroy

A family when it was but a traitor

But a little boy.

And how I’d hate her if I found

To add to all that is unholy and

Absurd. That she who’d come around

Had went back on her holy word.

“I promise not to talk to tapeworm.

I haven’t in a long time.”

Thank God almighty that you could escape

From his seductive and sadistic paradigm.

The pantomime of loyalty

Embracing devil’s grace.

The wicked smile like tyrannical

Royalty upon that maniacal face.

And as the traitor said to Mac:

“You cannot claim her as her own.”

I am left by a similar attack.

Still lonely virginal and so

Alone.

But you shall not atone.

And justify only yourself.

While I too like a soldier die

In true conscience and waning

Health.

My back in pain from straining it

In vain so out of shape. Trying to

Explain or to contain this act of

Unpoetic (more than metaphoric)

rape.

And seeking some escape in poetry

My only friend. For knowing me I

Know I will attract only a show.

Seeking a private end.

Why doesn’t mac just get his gun

And pop a cap in that old son

And set him on a track that’s long ago begun

And do not simply set to stun.

But I will remain unphased

Because I’m not he who’s crazed.

I would be amazed if she returned

As words of spurning taught but

They will not be learned.

I’m not a right-wing nut

But I am rather Left-Wing

Radical and this king

Will bring himself down

Observing the sabbatical.

When God rains down upon his reigning head

And shows to him his sin. But knowing him he’ll

Say: take me away to Hell! And grin.

Don’t lie to me

And try to be like you’d done

Every thing you could

TO guide the tribe to see

A common peace and greater good.

And as I lie deceased

Like greased and rotten wood

And think on what you’ve done.

I’ll know at least

You took from me the one.

That only Lonely one.

I own her and her feelings

They were put into my care

But why would you respond

To some thing I’d not even said?

How can you dare to let your

Guilty conscience spill onto my

Head?! Just like a conch that’s sticking

To a barge. You leech off of my bread.

So now instead of celebrating

What would be a two year’s

Anniversary. I see the end of

All I valued swallowed in your greedy sea.

All wasted on a hollow

Jaded fading bastard.

Who should swallow all

The come he put into each

Whore he ever mastered.

But what’s more: I know that she

Had long ago seen through his

Ruse so sorry Dennis but I know

Back then is different now.

She will refuse.

She will not shed the honour

That I had for her preserved.

And so when you are on her case

Don’t dare to finD the nerve.

Dm.A.A.