The Coldest Truth

Everybody wished to do this in high school when we were little for the special girl.

But After The Mass text with good mornings was an idea

After our idols failed to lead by example the first time

And Finally the habitual practice of forgive and forget

We don’t have to try, care to try, or even try to try

So Good Girl’s go bad, go desperate, or go for a different sexual orientation

Good girls like this don’t exist enough in these decades to teach understudies

Understudies paid so much attention that attention needs to pay them

And since it could never pay enough back, she believes that every man wants to loan you

Time, but it’s changed like the dollar

The power of the dollar is weaker

The power of the greed is stronger

A thought of forever is shorter

But child support is 8 years longer

But if this was our past

What’s the next generation’s future?

Their past is passed Young Money Music

Ignorant to lessons from the new old foolish

Who is Kurt Cobain to me is what will be kirko bangz to them

What true love is to us is what Abraham, Sarah, and Hagar is to our great grandparents

As we lay the theory of unorthodox romance in the fire

We cremate it as an incense and play tribute with a lotus flower bomb

It’s nothing like a bouquet of roses

But after the materialistic spending

Setting the remaining time of the week to show attention being paid

It’s all this generation could afford

And accept the difference

Rest in peace in the pieces of war between the battle of the sexes’ pride

Find heavenly sleep in the bed of a rushed quickie that doesn’t make it to the Bedroom

When you lived, I use to speak highly of you

Now when you’re brought up,

People never want to believe that your gone

And yet forget you

But oddly, you’re still in a way missed be everyone no matter how they show it

The Eulogy