Why I exist: An Essay

I exist to debliss hypocrites whose bitterness gets me sick with delusions of betterment. I exist to transfix rudimentary licks to egotistical pricks and see what sticks. Everything has a reason, and mine is pleasing the best of society as the first priority. Existence in question is a lesson never taught over naught or overnight, you've got to keep all learned in sight, held in tight. Existence takes might, and that's why I delight in other's fright.

Hypocrites hold life lightly, and that's why they're so unsightly. They lie of their lives, id and ego. I'm willing to rid or take a bid in their destruction. Everyone could rejoice in such a reduction. Existence seems futile with people so brutal, but that's why we have young kids to doodle with their poodle or fight in the pool with their noodle. Hypocrites have no reason to stay in season when they exist to be a lesion. A part of me that should rot like a wet knot, they get me hot enough to burn a boiling pot or infectious enough to infest a new cot. I'm sick of life abusers that turn to be people users and mind confusers. Enough on such subjects that make us seem like such insects. That is all we are, but saying so goes too far.

I exist to take risk in my own pity, staying witty all the while, standing at the top of the shit pile. I draw to cope with my flaw, I write to test my might, I exist like a cyst upon the world. I'm ready to pop so I can stop it all. For humanity, I shall take the fall from the wall and crack once my body goes smack against the ground with a sickly pound. All around hear the terrible sound, but everything is as it must be. I hang from the tallest tree, not ready to bend my knee.

I know I cannot die, for hope is stuck in my eye. Existence holds something for me, else wise it bores me. A future I can see. A future meant for me. Where it leads, I plant my seeds. A garden meant to harden what I've worked for. My golden door into opportunity, or at least soon to be just don't be rude to me because you'll cease to be. Unfree, you'll be locked in a cage to see my rage and I'll wage you had more fun free, so stop trying to harass me. My dreams are my own to be sewn by a maiden laden with jewels and tools to do everything perfect, and to me it'll be worth it.

I exist in bliss, though times have gotten hard. I may sound like a bard, but I tried to sing, and got my answer. Now I have cancer. I can't call an oncomancer, for such a thing does not exist as I… so now I try to better myself through word wealth and knowledge to demolish and build like a battle master guild. Knowledge is power, and only it holds the hour. The dollar is weak when you wear a collar and become meek… A stray hound led to the pound. Knowing the words of the birds can help you fly into the sky without having to let the people around you know why. Deny them the right to keep you in sight.

I don't give a shit about slit wrists on a three year old who seems pissed, making a fist at the mother who killed his brother. An ego soaring above his amigo, he knows right from wrong and scares easily from his mother's song. Existence knows no bounds, but takes its rounds, letting us all live until we get the hiv or its our time to go. Down the River Styx, we all row.

We all question why we're alive, but the answer lies in death's scythe. We exist to be free, and I exist to be me. You exist to be you, and you should hold this to be true. Society is the same as piety, so love thy neighbor and work to tame her. Fit all life under your thumb and slush it down with a bottle of rum. Each of us better than the rest, so let us put the theory to the test and be nice. Life's a pie, so have a slice. We've got enough time to be dead in the end, so now I follow the popular trend. Let us pretend all is well, and I guarantee I'll see you all in hell.