Picasso was once quoted to say, “Find what you are good at and give it away”
So I guess may-be I’ll start today
Throwing around words in my blasphemous play
I don’t know what I’ve got to say
Here are some words stuck in my head
Write! Write! I command it
You can stop when you’re dead
Unwrap the secrets one by one
Can unraveling mummies be undone?
While your smiles are so plastic
Don’t you dare do anything drastic
Like poke and prod around to see
If the monkey is on your back or just me?
Are there voices I can trust?
If you cry enough, can skin rust?
I’m bleeding out this pen again
But worry not, intrepid friend
The more we scribble and we giggle
The less we argue waggle wiggle
A get fucked porn of vs. rehearsed
LOL dear, there is no blame
It’s a societal sickness of the brain
The truth is that we’re all insane
Our wants and wishes split off in twain
Then comes down, around, and back again
Until you seek comfort from your only friend
The one you’ve neglected since you were 10,
The voice that is screaming, “Can you even pretend?
I want to come back to the place where I dream
Leave this hell of a hole, where it’s on to the next scheme”
When she screams, I can’t escape with a meme
I just comply complacently, since implicitly I know I must agree
I’ll write, I’ll write til I silence these silent screams
I’ll write, I’ll write til every wound bleeds
I’ll write, I’ll write til she gets what she needs
Take it away, I’m giving it free
I found a cracked out Picasso in me
I promise, little girl, I’ll make you smile
I’m finally down drowning in de Nile