pennyout

I've thrown a penny in the waste basket.
Its not like I consider them thoughts,
Ideas that are made and that can be lost.

I hate when that happens when it comes down to music.
I was away for about 20 days and as I've been back home, the stress doesn't go away.
There's so much I'd rather write about in that time I've been absent,

Yet, after I came home from being arrested,
Left in a jail cell with nothing but a dirty room with a single chair,
Where I asked for water and was not heard,
Where I had frustratedly been thrown after being assaulted,

I had the blessing of missing some more people that I had close to heart.
They never cared about me.
They had been stealing and after I had been taken they took the opportunity to look at everything,

Taken my phone and my laptop (with much of my work in it).
Lost.
A wasted life's work.

It's not that the situation is fucked up,
Because I had been so frustrated in that stupid jail cell,
It is the fact that I hurt myself.

Got my nail ripped out, bone broken on the tip of my middle finger.
Had to stay in a hospital bedroom for 14 days, then to be transferred to a mental health facility,
While the thieves, fake friends and bad company overall, just made of my beautiful home their nasty type of nest. Ewww.

To think that I dedicate my life to a better world,
And even when I open up with others, the way I found my home, surely speaks for the world we are building. And it's a fucking dead end.

So smart, hardworking people like myself shall never have a family or procreate,
The type that sits at your house and only wants to nick and pick things for you are reproducing,
In rates that may be nearly as fast as the process for whores may take...

While my beautiful mind shall not procreate, shall not become a 'worthy' offspring,
We'll be collecting dozens of Zombies on the street.

Shitty.
That's the world I see we are allowing it to become.

My apartment had been thrown out,

As if someone that very much needed to find anything worth of cash,
Scouted the place, and may ended up finding nothing on the things that were left behind,
For the most valuable thing I have, may perhaps be myself.

Yet, every time I fought an issue,
I saved a penny.
They had been my thoughts that were worth collecting.

Today from my attempt of having a better world,
I am guilty by all the partners,
Im,  in the never ending landlord drama,

While people are backstabbing.
How disgusting. No sense of honor, or pride, each man for themselves... and NOT.

Seeing the world as this dead-end type of highway is nothing but troublesome.
What else can I say?
Ive got my baby... my laptop stolen fromm  me.

Worse is that the thieves may just be watching so they can attack again.