Graffiti Attitude
A graffiti attitude was all I knew.
Spray this, vandalise that, rebel against
corruption. All the materialistic monsters
of the market, the manufacturers, the cold
hearted tycoons of the tyranny machine.
I rebelled against them all.
They made us feel like we were nothing more than
tin drones all confined in a world of calculators
and circuit boards.
One day I broke free from those revolutionary
days. It's strange to me how life can twist
and turn one way for some while others still
yearn for dreams to come.
Some men would give anything to gain power.
They'd wrap up their souls in a cloud
and sell it to the stars if they had to.
A thousand thoughts may swim in the pool of
promises but not one will reach the surface.
I saddle up, chasing the sunset and erasing the
truth, blocking out the whispers from my youth.
I felt detached from life until an idea hatched
in my head.
I didn't need to have a graffiti attitude so I
found a way to abide and obey but not before I
saw them collapse and fall from standing so tall.
A delicious feeling erupted within before
I could begin changing my ways.
The contrived days were gone and I saved
society from the wrong and the devious.
by Danny Gurnett
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