Who am I

A sorry bastard I am to those who would manipulate me

…The one who will think independently.

I see many things in this life as absurdity

… in my mind I am free.

But scores will say that theirs is the way

… and wont tell anyone the rules to the games they play

because in reality there really are none any way.

…I am the one who sees these truths

I am my father’s son.

this life is mine to live…or loose

… as others would have me choose

So to them I will be the bastard pronounced.

Related articles