​I Like Me

I Like Me

My energy is a blessing- The faceless feel they’re missing,
So the rot finds a mission-
Not a vision. Control, they’d diminish,
I never give them satisfaction to finish.
Ghost yet living.

To break, not listen, to shake but never to elevate.

Throw stones, truth rests within these bones,
Weird, they see but don’t hear, or feel.

They hate. Never create.
They fake:
Forever in place.

Us artists paint, ya’ll read newspapers—
Staged.

We Great