rant poem

Bury me already God

You name me after You

while I really am just transition.

From good to the best

you place me somewhere in between.

Second choice, I’m a total fraud

To match my mediocrity

you made not even a few

I’m a reminder before the real thing

but for every fucking thing.

my prophecy is rigged

in a manner as such.

I figure I can drown

and the water wouldn’t give a fuck.