Xpression.v2

Sycophants and Rebels (10/17/2006)

Psycho fans turned sycophants in a twist of passion
Their love becomes obsession desiring reaction
Finding satisfaction in a favor owed in debt
But nothing ever fills them, so life drains them out instead
And then there are the shepherds with a flock of hateful sheep
Little growing boys and girls that scream to hide the weeps
Convoluting messages to fit with every moment
Until they are exposed and there’s nothing left to go with
No ears to hear their questions, no minds for a solution
Lost inside the smog of nothing, a flittering pollution
And there’s nothing but confusion masked behind their apathy
Writhing in the limbo of their image and their agony
I must admit it’s sad to see a broken down facade
Shattered pieces of a painting that this person’s not
But what is left is nothing more than there ever was
Though now the bricks have fallen, left standing is disgust

It’s a little hard to comprehend obsession and rebellion
For and towards something small, the ire of these hellions
Someone needs to tell them, inform them most respectfully
That I am never bothered if they don’t hold a respect for me
Cause everything that’s meant to be will be what fate has holden
Life is bigger than this here, I wish someone had told them
Scoff me now and share your hate, I’ll bask in every bellow
Vocabularied tellings from a mind that has been mellowed

Notes: This is my own analysis of the two kinds of people that always stand out on Neowin: the people who try to be nice to me because they want something in return and the people who dislike me for no reason other than my position of authority. In the grand scope of life, I know it’s small and I even state that in the poem. This is just my mature look a the situation with little digs at the jerks every now and then. Of course, the last line, is my way of breaking the mood and basically saying, “Yeah, I used a much larger vocabulary than I usually do”. I like to joke with myself like that.

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