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New poem: How Am I Better?

Sometimes I think

How am I better

Than the guys who pinch girl’s arses in bars

Or the ones who measure their personality in cars

At least their vaguely honest about what cunts they are

I can’t even claim that

Hiding behind my knowledge of films, books and tunes

And after a certain amount of drinks my brain is ruined

And I can only think with my dick

But how can I trust that when it’s clearly so thick?

(In mentality, not in dimensions)

It’s wrenching me out of so much comfort and into so much trouble

But treating it as a separate entity

Is just avoiding responsibility

There’s nothing wrong with fucking

But the way I go about it sometimes

Makes me feel sick

I want my mistakes to not just prick

But gouge my conscience

Whenever my sense absconds

I just wanna make everything simple

To turn floods into dying ripples

 

Sometimes people who care about me

And who I care about too

Become collateral damage

At my failure to manage

My ego

 

I’d blame my Dad walking out when I was young

For my insecurities with relationships and commitment

But I’ll hold my tounge

But my actions are my own

And I’m not a fucking kid anymore

Gotta bear the weight of my mistakes

And I don’t wanna bore you with self-indulgence

But this is something I gotta get off my chest

Because the only person that can change my ways is me

And that’s the first step to being truly free

 

 

I’m not saying that all men are misogynists

And treat women like shit

If they were we may as well take a blade to both wrists

But what I am saying is that these impulses exist in all of us

Because this conditioning goes deep

And seeps in

From the day we’re born

We’re taught and torn

Between being perfect and being perfected

So don’t ignore the gap between ideals and actions

Because every time we analyse it

It disappears by a fraction

So remember this:

The revolution starts in the heart

And revolting from the inside out…

Man, it fucking burns

But I reckon we’ve all got a lot to learn

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Recorded version is attached. Thanks!


◄ The Police & I

London by William Blake/Lights Out ►

Comments

<Deleted User> (5763)

Tue 28th Jul 2009 19:25

Aye Aye Cap'n.
Stop beating yourself up for being a man.
Men and women both have the capacity for good and evil...we can choose good !

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Anthony Emmerson

Sun 26th Jul 2009 11:48

Hi Captain,
I'm afraid castration is the only permanent solution! Perhaps we can't get past hormone rushes, social conditioning and instincts (those have always been my excuses anyway!) Really liked the quality of sound on your track - maybe you could share a few tips?
Regards,
A.E.

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Isobel

Sun 26th Jul 2009 09:53

Well I think you are a very honest cunt. You identify very well one of the deepest roots of strife in the male/female relationship. I'm not sure if it doesn't stem from our animal origins though - men are the hunters and 'dissemenators', women the careres and nest builders - not really the best combination for a lifelong partnership. It would be great if men could raise the game a bit - good luck to you Captain.

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