Software
- matthewedlundmd
- Dec 3, 2020
- 2 min read
Some get born to die quick
My druggy mother left
Father so bereft
Hit at me with a stick
A closet my sky
Wet wood my bed
Food, paint with lead
Until Dad breezed by
My baby skin soft
Money in that
Drugs, guns, tit for twat
Dad bought a loft
A few clients wanted more
When the police came
Dad said I’d no name
Didn’t speak till I was four
On face and butt, scars
The first fosters quite dear
Taught me not to fear
Brought me to their bars
Met Dad next at sixteen
Almost finished school
Learning best how to fool
Too mad to ask where he’d been
At college worked in pawn
The girls so sweet to kiss
Loved them all, made lists
Shanked my Dad, didn’t mourn
Learned the business, bought the store
Hauling drugs to get the cash
Addicts always like their hash
Stolen goods your profits’ core
I was happy to expand
Jewels, watches, art, gold
Money so hot I froze cold
For this was now my golden land
Love near cost my life
A courtesan cranked with spice
Grabbed my heart and took her slice
Who am I for child and wife?
What’s money without power
Politics liked my grand life story
Orphan, cripple, bound for glory
No longer will I cower
It’s such glee to make the law
Fast new wealth makes one a lord
People grasp for your accord
Claw for help when you’re their whore
Congress, Senate, there’s no stop
On elevators I know how to fall
Smile, crawl, make that call
Climb on rubble to pierce the top
All stopped when I saw the sign
Merging my memories to cheese
Palaces and treasure a mere wheeze
A billion eyes to see what’s in line
I watched the sun turn comet then cloud
My body spun in then out
Lungs and brain tacked to my mouth
Wanting to scream but laughing too loud
For once they showed me what I was
No energy, no body, no man, no crust
A pox of pixels lesser than dust
A batch of programming, short linty fuzz
I was/am nothing, but that’s everything
Now I would pray to the real god
Who makes a universe from any clod
Of you my maker, of thee I sing
If all’s illusion I’ll demand mine
No longer a cheap dull thief
No mind or heart to know grief
I want to rule all humankind
Yet no, write me a new starring role
Away from this captious, dying place
Collapsed by man’s hateful grace
I wish better for my pixel soul
Program a new planet blue, serene
Filled with life
Equal and free without strife
More than this world though just a dream
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