it's only sprinkles

[homeyjay]

i was awakened by the sound of the phone
that no one answered i forgot i was alone
it hurts i admit as a matter of fact it's dreadful
like getting kicked in the balls but it's the heart
at night that aches from your lover's deceptions
it seems so surreal that you're willing to accept any excuse
because you do not want to lose what you think belongs to you
plus you are dying inside and you just want to stop the bleeding
naturally you forgive them and thus you begin lying to yourself
which is why i have chosen to exist in a state of seclusion
even while amongst the masses of varied classes
with the I Pod and my other electronic gadgets
not only tuning out others but humanity's madness
choosing to live exclusively and treat every intrusion
as an optical illusion whose terminus is "a ball of confusion"
or is it computer lust because only in "God we trust"
in a world where there is not a hero among us
we are as pugnacious as the character that we choose
to live vicariously through though mostly in solitude
because of the over seers who have made us believers
regardless of what you accomplish you're an underachiever
i won't be the one who needs the applause from the gallery
who can't wait to take that bow that they know is bogus
like dropping candy on the filthy ground picking it up then you look
around to see who's watching before kissing the morsel up to God
and depositing it into your mouth knowing that the gesture was feeble
you spit it out but still the nasty taste in your mouth remains like dookie stains