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You Have Got The Wrong Girl

The Invention Of Money.
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The Invention Of Money

Having a rough life
Surrounded by assholes.
My ex won't leave.
I broke up with him
Again and again
Yet he calls nonstop
And keeps showing up.
I try to be nice
And didn't want to
Break his heart.

The niceness is biting my ass
I'm sick of giving every guy
A chance.
Even the nicest of guys
Is a dick in the end.

I've reached my 
Wits end.
Since the beginning 
I was unsure
And now I'm sure
That being in my
Own space is better.


Having a rough life
Surrounded by assholes.
My ex won't leave.
I broke up with him
Again and again
Yet he calls nonstop
And keeps showing up.
I try to be nice
And didn't want to
Break his heart.

The niceness is biting my ass
I'm sick of giving every guy
A chance.
Even the nicest of guys
Is a dick in the end.

I've reached my 
Wits end.
Since the beginning 
I was unsure
And now I'm sure
That being in my
Own space is better.

Having a rough life
Surrounded by assholes.
My ex won't leave.
I broke up with him
Again and again
Yet he calls nonstop
And keeps showing up.
I try to be nice
And didn't want to
Break his heart.

The niceness is biting my ass
I'm sick of giving every guy
A chance.
Even the nicest of guys
Is a dick in the end.

Nice Guys

Searching for a soulmate

Or life partner

Who is compassionate,

Empathetic, loving,

And cares about my well-being

And happiness.

I like to volunteer

And if you don’t

I’m not for you.

I care about people & humanity

And if you don’t

I’m not the one for you.

I’m a lost soul, in fight or flight

I am a leader who follows

As long as I believe in you

I’m losing hope that

Compassionate people

Still exist

As everyone wants something

From somebody.

And I don’t play those games.

Searching for a soulmate

Or life partner

Who is compassionate,

Empathetic, loving,

And cares about my well-being

And happiness.

I like to volunteer

And if you don’t

I’m not for you.

I care about people & humanity

And if you don’t

I’m not the one for you.

You help others without

Expecting thanks or strings attached

Otherwise, you’re seeking it

Instead of assisting for humanity sake.

Searching for a soulmate

Or life partner

Who is compassionate,

Empathetic, loving,

And cares about my well-being

And happiness.

I like to volunteer

And if you don’t

I’m not for you.

I care about people & humanity

And if you don’t

I’m not the one for you.

I’m looking for a soulmate

Somebody who has compassion,

And empathy, and cares about my well-being.

Who cares more if I’m happy than

If I’m a success.

If you care about earthy desires

And don’t care if your neighbor struggles

I am not the one for you.

I am definitely not the one for you

Searching

You Can’t Afford Me

Who gives a crap

Who the fuck you are

When your behavior

And attitude reflect

Bitterness and jealousy

We come from

Two different world

And you might know

Everything about me

But you don’t understand me.

You worry about others

Judging me, and that

Causes you to pre-judge too.

Your focus is on money

And mine is on community

And survival.

While you worry about

Which home to stay in

I worry about being unhoused.


You can't afford me.

Who gives a crap

Who the fuck you are

When your behavior

And attitude reflect

Bitterness and jealousy

We come from

Two different world

And you might know

Everything about me

But you don’t understand me.

You worry about others

Judging me, and that

Causes you to pre-judge too.

Your focus is on money

And mine is on community

And survival.

While you worry about

Which home to stay in

I worry about being unhoused.

Your pre-judgement of me

Is going to cost you

Nothing you could afford.

And everything you

Can’t have.

You Can't Afford Me

This is a

Shout out to my friends

Who are more like family.

I would do anything for you

Be there eternally

Assumptions make an ass

Out of you but not of me.

You might be my soul sibling

But on your end the feeling

Isn’t mutual or inspiring.

I would drop everything

In my life for you

And the feeling isn’t mutual

So how are you my mutual?

I’m a ride or die friend

A be there to the end friend

A defend you through and through friend

And the feeling isn’t mutual.

So how are you my mutual?

Shout out to the friends who

Are more like my family

Like siblings sometimes

I can’t stand you or the

Way that you behave towards me.

You have everything provided

For you, and more than

Enough support.

Spread the love and share

The kindness, instead of

Hoarding, causing distance

Between us.

I’m a ride or die friend

A be there to the end friend

A defend you through and through friend

And the feeling isn’t mutual.

So how are you my mutual?

A shout out to my friends

Who are more like family.

I would do anything for you

Be there eternally

Assumptions make an ass

Out of you but not of me.

You might be my soul sibling

But on your end the feeling

Isn’t mutual or inspiring.

I would drop everything

In my life for you

And the feeling isn’t mutual

So how are you my mutual?

I’m a ride or die friend

A be there to the end friend

A defend you through and through friend

And the feeling isn’t mutual.

So how are you my mutual?


Assumptions make an ass

Out of you but not of me.

You might be my soul sibling

But on your end the feeling

Isn’t mutual or inspiring.

I would drop everything

In my life for you

And the feeling isn’t mutual

So how are you my mutual?

The Feeling Isn't Mutual

I spent 9 months

Of my life imprisoned

Over broken glass

Smashed windows

Over an explosion

Of anger triggered

By injustice.

With absolute compassion

And sympathy,

I served more time than

Lorena Bobbitt

For a crime where

All charges were dropped.

But it doesn’t matter

What you did

While imprisoned

As the guards will treat

You like you are guilty

Of the worst

And deserve being trapped.

The time stalks me

Years ago yet still

In the back of my mind

Haunted by my time.

I spent 9 months

Of my life imprisoned

Over broken glass

Smashed windows

Over an explosion

Of anger triggered

By injustice.

With absolute compassion

And sympathy,

I served more time

Than my dad

Who sold and dealt

And was caught with cocaine

In his system

While on probation.

All it takes is

One parent in prison

For you to statistically

End up in the same place.

But it doesn’t matter

What you did

While imprisoned

As the guards will treat

You like you are guilty

Of the worst

And deserve being trapped.

The time stalks me

Years ago yet still

In the back of my mind.

Haunted by my time.

Guilty Of The Worst

Read my file

Greatly, with care

My entire life

Is up in the air

And repeatedly

I have had to play

Where the psych patients stay,

Until they’re free to go.

I try not to judge

You can’t always guess

Why somebody is there

I try not to judge

Please try not to stare.

The food is ok,

It’s better than nothing

Access to 3 meals a day

You don’t have to cook

There’s not much to do

During your stay

The people are like you

Read my file

Greatly, with care

My entire life

Is up in the air

And repeatedly

I have had to play

Where the psych patients stay,

Until they’re free to go.

I try not to judge

You can’t always guess

Why somebody is there

I try not to judge

Please try not to stare.

I had lost my damn mind

I acted out of control

Nothing like myself

While serving my time.

Mr. Belvedere was a friend

I guess you shouldn’t make friends

But he had my support

Even when he ranted about

Christmas and my right to practice

A Christian holiday when I am Jewish.

Or the pregnant woman

Who paced the halls

Like a model.

Making her own fashion

Out of bedsheets and her

Contempt and anger for me

The man who bounced a ball

Up and down a different hall

Who loved to rap & sing along

The man who stole saltines

And danced freely to music

Someone listened to ICP

The juggalo on the unit.

The woman who screamed

And cried like a child

Who painted her nails green

The people there aren’t scary

But the nurses creepily smile

Read my file

Greatly, with care

My entire life

Is up in the air

And repeatedly

I have had to play

Where the psych patients stay,

Until they’re free to go.

I try not to judge

You can’t always guess

Why somebody is there

I try not to judge

Please try not to stare.

By the time I adjusted

And began to settle in

It was back to the prison

All over again.

Where The Psych Patients Stay

I don’t believe

When you offer help

Because so many strings

Are attached to the offers

I have experienced in the past

Making it dangerous

For me to trust

Anyone willing

to cause harm.

There’s a difference between

Hunger and hungry.

One is my issue.

The other offends me

This has been my

Experience in life

That the offer

Is a bribe

To ignore the neglect.

I grew up in a home

Where gifts were given

As bribes and taken away

Or offers removed

Suddenly

While I continued to struggle.

If I take the offer

I am in your debt.

If I say no, I am

Always left.

There’s a difference between

Hunger and hungry.

One is my issue.

The other offends me

I don’t believe

When you offer help

Because so many strings

Are attached to the offers

I have experienced in the past

Making it dangerous

For me to trust

Anyone willing

to cause harm.

This has been my

Experience in life

That the offer

Is a bribe

To ignore the neglect.

I grew up in a home

Where gifts were given

As bribes and taken away

Or offers removed

Suddenly

While I continued to struggle.

If I take the offer

I am in your debt.

If I say no, I am

Always left.

I don’t tend to

Dream anymore.

I see no point

Wasting time

On things out of my reach

Dangling in front

But I refuse to chase

The things I can not obtain.

Stop asking me to dream

While I’m focused on

The now.

There’s a difference between

Hunger and hungry.

One is my issue.

The other offends me

Hunger & Hungry

You are changing

The wo in woman

When all men are created equal

Unless they were enslaved.

Then their masters

no longer believed

The words that they

declared publicly.

Our working class hero

Is the unachievable millionaire.

You idolize wealth

While working yourself

Down to the bone

For something people

Tell you to earn.

Breaking your back

For the necessities in life.

The country is split.

We value helping people

As long as they don’t ask

Unless their company is

Worth billions

Then the subsidies flow freely.

Our working class hero

Is the unachievable millionaire.

You idolize wealth

While working yourself

Down to the bone

For something people

Tell you to earn.

Breaking your back

For the necessities in life.

The Republicans want you

To work and earn your wages

While refusing to raise

The amount you earn

To a livable wage.

Our working class hero

Is the unachievable millionaire.

You idolize wealth

While working yourself

Down to the bone

For something people

Tell you to earn.

Breaking your back

For the necessities in life.

The same people

Who are pro-life

Refuse to help that life

After they have entered this world.

Our working class hero

Is the unachievable millionaire.

Our Working Class Hero

The Lady Killer

Fuck You

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Our Working Class Hero

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