Become Wise (Douche Song) [posted 9-10-08]

17 Jan

You KNOW I have to write my annual Douche blog.  This one is a two-part-er though.  I feel I should include other mistakes as well—to downplay the impact Douche had on my life.  This year, I included all of my official long term relationships that coincidentally started in September and were doomed to fail.  Since you’ve heard all the details and fall-out already, here is a poem I wrote to mark the occasion:

The real world is only a Guise

A scare-tactic to fill innocents with Lies

A means for the cynical to Criticize

Then growing up, you get a Surprise

Life, as one can Surmise

Is not that serious—living is the Prize

And along the way the naive become Wise

Hindered and helpless describes my time with You

All I wanted was to be free

But You tore my wings like a child dissecting a butterfly

Ripping my purity and untarnished spirit away from me hastily

The impact left me ashamed and naked

Alone and abandoned, slowly passing time with You

Withering away, I blamed myself and fell further into Your abyss

Buried alive, I wondered if I would ever escape darkness and claw my way to light

A masked assailant in a sinister, cold night,

You left my spirit sharp, as unevenly cut as a bottle broken for a fight.

Disturbed and still under your spell, I drank from the severed shard of glass

An angry taste of iron in my mouth

My miserable existence tedious, I had to wage war for my own preservation

My anger shone red, eyes turned stone, and emotions ceased

A flightless butterfly now a serpent

Jaded by Your touch

The real world is only a Guise

A scare-tactic to fill innocents with Lies

A means for the cynical to Criticize

Then growing up, you get a Surprise

Life, as one can Surmise

Is not that serious—living is the Prize

And along the way the naive become Wise

Still cold and reptilian, You caught me off guard

A startling new beginning that astounded me

leaping on lilly pads leisurely

I enjoyed the moment and our undeniable chemistry

I loved You fully, didnt see your imperfections

My spirit redeemed, as bright and clean as the shallow water in which we swam

Purple skies and drunken, passionate nights

My skin shivered with delight every time the moon would shine

Like our pond, my spirit began to get murky as we fooled around

Reality returned—this thing between us could not last

My journey was not finished

I was no longer snake, but didnt want to remain a frog, I wanted to soar again

I knew You could evolve with me

You were resolute

Remembering my struggle I became more judgmental

I needed You to aspire to more

The real world is only a Guise

A scare-tactic to fill innocents with Lies

A means for the cynical to Criticize

Then growing up, you get a Surprise

Life, as one can Surmise

Is not that serious—living is the Prize

And along the way the naive become Wise

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