'Without contraries is no progress'
- William Blake, 'The Marriage of Heaven and Hell'
The man without a face
Wearing layers upon layers of masks, to hide,
To insulate the vacuum inside...
The tub of lard
Moving day in and day out with his girth
To prove to himself his own worth...
The guy with the 'golden voice'
No one but him his fan
His ego a splotch on one that remotely resembles a man...
The overrated underachiever
Undertaking the eternal quest to become a man self-made
Trying desperately to burn-out, not to fade...
The silhouette whose shadow has left his side
Getting drenched in the warm showers of winter rain
Putting on another facade, getting etherized again...
The lunatic inside his head
Still making others around him smile
While the one inside the heart pukes out bile...
"The joker in the pack
Useless for this perfect hand
That you call life, yes you with your merry band...
Its rather convenient for you
'A friend' when you want help. 'a bastard' later
My purpose wasn't your needs to fulfill, your wants to cater...
Ego Ego Ego! That is the label you gave me
So what if I believed I was the best?
There are people who market themselves more, them you never detest...
My life was my own, and so was my gasping breath
And I wanted to live it on my own terms
And now, you leave me to the mercy of the worms...
Fine, all of you can come and visit me in hell
Fuck this life, fuck the world say I
Sometimes I wish I was stillborn, sometimes I wish I could just die..."
Thus on and on continues the fat man
A study in binary oppositions, his story
At times an outlet to his ego; at others, self-deprecatory
Maybe one day you, dear reader, will realize
What he had been screaming all his life had been right
Alone he came, alone he lived, and no fair company he got in his flight...