I’m Slipping


Many mistakes

lead to the fallen
of my face.
Retie my
shoe lace
and slowly
find my pace.
My mind
is like the rate
of change
and up the slope
I began to accelerate.
I’m like an inexperienced
driver
and unlike the experienced
I’m moving a little slower.
Both hands on the wheel
until I get the feel
but as of now
arms shaking
like a student outside
during the fire drill.
Cold outside and nervous
was when I was
attacked by the serpents
for observing my weakness.
Being observed like a
science experiment
and I’m being tested
like a hypothesis.
Sometimes I wish
I was only a cum stain
 on a ebony magazine
in prison.
I get exhausted from living.
I blame the process of conception
for my existence.
Haven’t matured from
all the therapy sessions.
Wasted money on
co-payments.
I neglected each
and every lesson.
So many unanswered
questions.
I’m oblivious to the
present
because I think futuristic.
I’m a robot with job.
Dollars and coins
are now artifacts.
I flying to school
with a jetpack.
But I’m wondering
Will I have a ballsac?
Robots can dance
but can robots have sex?
My teacher wakes me
up for snoring in class.
Dann that was a crazy
dream that I had.
So embrassed
like a parent
of a 15 year old
that’s pregnant.
Like my dreams
I’m falling asleep
through every lesson
except no co-payments.
Funds come out of my
parents taxes.
No ebony magazines
in my reality.
Have yet to
lose my virginity
So masterbating to
 experiences
I only see
in my dreams.
The teacher is
now screaming
on me
for not paying
attention.
I swear she is the
serpent
that leads the demons
who then leads me
to temptation.
Now in serve hesitation
all of a sudden
a fire drill.
My classmates
March into
the soccer field.
Shivering because
of the wind chills.
See girl by the otherside
of the field.
Couldn’t resist this
oppurnitiy I had
to feel
her ass cheeks
to see if they
were real.
Among the crowd
she stood still
I gripped her bottom
with two hands
like a steerling wheel
on ship.
I tried to dip
and I thought I
was slick.
My shoelaces were untied
and as I ran
over the building steps
I slipped.
She came on
top of me
and punch me
in the chin.
Not again
As I wake up
in my mother’s
bed pretending
again
to be somebody
I’m not.
I’m slipping again

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