Entitlement
I’ll admit I feel a bit
Entitled to more than what I’ve got
Does that make me bad?
I think it makes me
A survivor !
A creator
A visionary
A fake phony asshole
Blowing bologne out my butthole
Butt seriously–
I’ve been realizing
That most of what I see in others
Is what I see in me
Which
SUCKS
Holy crap, y’all
I must be
The fucking WORST
What I see in y’all
Makes me wonder if the world has been cursed
I studied history, a bit
What I could stand of it
It’s all the same shit
Over and over and over again
Man establishes dominance
Over other man’s things
We somehow determine this
To be progress, or something.
Entitlement is a very celebrated trait, you see!
Why is the new generation
Being punished for our sense of
“Entitlement”?
Why am I, deemed female
Feeling entitled
For thinking I could try
To be a man?
Why do I feel like being trans
Is a mutation of my accursed
Entitlement scheme?!
You know, the one young people are concocting
To make older people useless
Never mind the fact
That being a bloated whining self-loathing old coot
Makes you pretty fucking useless, as-is
I think maybe they’re just insecure
They don’t know how to empty their trash bin
Or understand what cc’cing is
But I don’t think it makes me entitled
To want to live freely, debt-free,
And without sin.
Well.
Maybe not
Completely without sin
Maybe leave a little sin in there
Or a whole lot
Ok so I want to sin
A LOT
Why is my moral compass the one that needs tuning ?
Why not the straightie uptight fuckers
Teaching their kids to tie themselves in knots
I don’t think tradition
is a good rubric.
Seriously! though
I had a “very traditional upbringing”
And all it did was make me a sex addict
And a drug addict
And an anything addict
Searching for something to make sense
Of all of this
Addicted to everything
Because I was held in darkness
Now that I’m outside,
Everything blooms so vigorously
How am I supposed to feel?
Being in this big beautiful world
Free, but full of sin
Decades of guilt and shame
Burned into my skin
Acid rains perpetuating,
Re-applying the trauma whenever
It starts to fade.
I guess I’m just entitled
Entitled to feeling hope
Entitled to feeling free
Entitled to love
Entitled to air
Entitled to me
My sense of entitlement is the only thing that keeps me going
The only thing that makes my juices flow
If I wasn’t so entitled,
I wouldn’t know where else to go
But to work on myself
And strive for a better tomorrow
Because today is garbage
And we should all try
To feel entitled to something
Something better than all this sorrow
Damn! Thatβs GOOD!!!
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