Russell Wardlow

“You know you better, you’re smarter than this
you have so much potential, but you harbor resent”
descent descent descent
I’m goin down, I’m far from decent
I had my knees bent
calling on Jesus
trying to repent
soon after, another let down, pain too recent
wont speak the reason, you see the reason
briefly, I stopped believing
I-just-stopped, be-lieve-me
some-one-will-come, and some-one’s-will-be-leaving
bills vs income or tree’s leaves leaving
see it, every season, I re-live it, no re-lief, nothing re-lieves-me
like weed-leafs, unless that tree re-leafs, then I drink green tea
but in 3 seasons my grief re-peats
each time that thin line re-cedes
pain isnt bias, a lot of byes, walking by, and the hi’s or highs you buy, don’t-need-re-ciepts
enduring de-ceit and dis-ease, attacks like disease
hard to stand strong, on cement, above demons, with de-feat
process de-pletes, progress de-letes, profits de-crease
this same inciteful, cycle, leaves me spiteful
that’s why I wasn’t better, why I wasnt smarter than this
but I became the scarred artist, that wrote his own broken heart, with something sharp across his wrist
so you all could read and better see the why towards my
descent descent descent

Imprison me

and it’s a political and capitalistic win-win

Prepackaged,

a voteless tax write off

a cheap laborer whom you reap federal funds off

a slam dunk stock option

population control

many sub-industries and subcontractors are created and benefit

clearly stated

I am a bounty

and you are a bounty hunter

because my punishment

is your reward