It All Starts With...

the free fall from that first speedball

Singing the phobia song, then all fear gone

It's Unsure, somewhat crazy

Apathetic and slightly lazy

It's the reflection in the mirror

murky shadows and eyes unclear

Plastic smiles, federal files, misspent youth

and buried truth

It's love betrayed, getting played

clinic trips and that scabbed up lip

Its the orgasm worship, attention span forfeit

television nations and words like "playa hation"

It's the sensation around your neck, the belt

The need to add pain to pleasure felt.

the pre-emptive strike on women you like

(get them before they get me)

Civilized jobs and overdraft fees

Its basement meetings followed by violent beatings

backroom rulings and drive-by shooting

Its a nation thrashed by commercial blasts

corporate greed and excessive need

It's nothing but a shallow excuse

used to cover drug abuse

sleepless nights, a lovers bite

broken minds and borrowed time

its the city living and getting around

its grinning even as you drown

the girl you fucked then left town

that tattoo of the crying clowns

waiting for yours to come around

and ending six feet in the ground

It's the emotionless facade, that beautiful crutch mirage

it ends with exhaust and a foggy garage

ummm, wow. i can right poetry, and i can think about society's problems, but u put the two together perfectly. it flowed, it rhymed ok most of the time, and it was spaced well, great. mi only complaint is i dnt like the title. it does not capure the poem good at all

have a few more actually. The title is my way of remembering. I was actually pretty good kid until that first speedball. was my first high lol. I write what I know though, might end up posting more of it. also posted "my drive" which is basically about my running around the country trying to reinvent myself and get out of addiction and crime. I'll throw a few more up if anyone wants to see the stuff