Blow it up Right (Fight Club Poem) by Aaron HowardProject Mayhem
From the mainstream,
We're the stem
Hidden away in folds
subversive in our goals
Leader of the pack
quick to attack
Blood mixed with sweat
you play, that's what you get.
Spreading like a disease
antibiotics can't cease this release
Social Justice gleams like sunspots on the sun
since to start a reverie of revolution.
You'll have to aim and shoot that gun.
Shells explode off the bow
abandon materials, they only drag you down.
Gasp for air, they dont care..
Down you'll go, like a stone
So get used to being alone.
Your insight leaks travesty
just another space monkey.
Morbid, lack of control you say
but you live in a play.
Trying to recite your favorite lines
time and time again
but you're not real
You dont know how you feel.
You fake it just to seem in the know
but your ignorance is starting to show.
We've danced your game.. Known your name
Spit in your food, came unglued.
Living in an illusion of false security
just to die living a life of obscurity.
Raise your fist.. Hold it high
for we salute you, those about to die.
Warriors of the day, Ninja's of the night
If you're gonna blow it up, Blow it up right.
08/17/2005 Author's Note: Eh, read fight club a couple of days ago..
got inspired by the topics.. kinda influenced this poem..
more of a revolution piece.. I dunno.. just danced around the issues.. :: shrug ::
Posted on 08/17/2005 Copyright © 2024 Aaron Howard
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