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The ordinary

Oh please, girl you're not an artist.
Whatever do you create?
You speak ill of the mediocre mind.
You say loathing it is
what makes a spirit great.

As if hate and aboveness is a beautiful trait?


You say not wanting to risk the unusual
(what that is, I'll never know)
is "settling for the ordinary"?
As if special ranks high and common low!

What way in which others choose to grow
(a task already tough)
Is not up to you to judge as though
You're some kind of God to us?
Fuck right off!



What's so wrong being common?
What is wrong with being plain?
We're all out here fumbling about
Searching for meaning in vain.

In the end we end up dead
And nothing really matter
Not what you wear, not what you say
All we were will scatter

The bits of us will spread in dust
As we leave the sphere
And all what's left of you and I
Lies in those who hold us dear:

Ordinary people, with ordinary love
All of whom you snowflake,
Claim to stand above.

Ordinary sorrow, in ordinary lives
Common souls remember
When ordinary dies.

If that is to be loathed,
You're dumber than I thought
Their ways are just as good
Their lives ain't all for naught

But sure, keep throwing shade
If that's what gets you high
But bullies won't be loved
Like common when they die



So if you want to trick yourself
Into thinking you're unique
Be my guest, go for gold
To me you're always bleak.

A sad cliché of hipster shit
Craving every "wow!"
Screaming loud of arts you'll make
Get some attention now...
...But really never deliver.
You aim for gold, but stay a sliver
Of the person you'd be
If you "settled" for silver.




Fri vers (Spoken word/Slam) av Asta Kass
Läst 293 gånger och applåderad av 4 personer
Publicerad 2018-11-13 01:52



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