Another Messiah

He walks

With a certain

Swagger that people

Seem to love.

They all crowd around him

As he smokes his fifteenth

Cigarette and

Blows the smoke

Into the wind. 

They all laugh

At his mediocre jokes

And jabs.

They all love his

pipe

Smokin’ marijuana

In the broad daylight

Simply not caring

They all love his 

Attitude

And his political stance.

They think he’s the

Messiah to this 

Shitty small town.

But he surrounds himself

With the slutty and trashy

Women and takes them 

For granted.

I look at him

And all I see is 

Another foolish boy

Trying to make his way into the world.

He bores me

Like the rest of them bore me.

He ironically finds me 

Extremely interesting.

All I see in him

Is someone who 

Will die

alone.