Corey by Corey Taft

I am Corey.
I am a working man.
I wake up every morning at 6AM, Monday thru Friday,
week after week after week.
But I will not be defined by my 9 to 5.
I will not let any product, preacher, or politician,
make up my mind.
I will not succumb to the comfort of conformity.
I will not let constricting walls quiet the storms in me.
I will be vomiting artistry as long as there is a spark in me.
Even it's hard to read, too dark, or written awfully.
And if I ever find it too tricky to express myself creatively,
I will inject my brainstem with sixty watts of electricity.
Flip the switch and write until my lights turn out.
But as I'm gettin' older I just don't know
what to scream about.
Want to believe I have a greater purpose
but I can't help but doubt.
There's 7 billion people to get to
and I don't want to shout.
Revaluate my adventure
through a quieter route.
Only whisper to the people
who can witness my mouth.

I write because it sounds better that way.
where I can scratch and thrash
the drafts I don't want to say.
And I can mold and sculpt
the concepts I want to display.
But uh-oh, concerts aren't calling me
and I have rent to pay.
So I costume myself up nine to five
almost every day.




Stalk the tick tock of the wall clock
'til my eyes turn gray.
I write because it sounds better that way.

Rich people suck.
I hate the zeros in their paychecks.
I don't give a fuck.
I'll swat them like they're insects.
I'm not a super Spider-man,
Just a normal Peter Parker.
Didn't see Green Lantern.
He needs to be a little darker.
Gay people are cool.
I'm envious of their pride.
I want to go back to school
Can't even get a quarter ride.
I'm told Knowledge is Power.
A degree is Key to Success.
But tuition fees leave me sour.
Cost of books cause me stress.
I've never been the smartest.
My talents have never been the best.
My challenges have never been the hardest.
I'm just an average attention getter, I guess.
But I like the way I live. I love the mess I'm in.
Something's got to give. And who knows when?
The Dow went down today.
Everybody panic.
Twelve's a year away.
Already, I can't stand it.
Hysteria's blasting it's stereo
And tensions are teetering on edge.
I gotta keep tight grip on my gripes
Not let the hype go to my head.
Only try to reach the people I know,
Only try to solve the problems I see.
Because as I'm getting older
I'm seeing the world's problems
are too far a reach for me.

I wish I were bigger.
I wish my dreams were smaller.
I wish 7 billion people could hear me.
Wishing is always good in theory.
But I don't want my lack of commercial success to get me depressed.
I am the greatest and best human being to ever write this particular poem.
I am me.
I am Corey.
I write because it sounds better that way.

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[asianguerilla]

Dude! You sound just like this roommate I had in college.