Confessions of the Undesirable

He’s not suicidal.

He’s just;

            Undesirable,

            Un-admirable,

            Feeling lonely.

Lately the lack of friends he has, has him second guessing his popularity,

Or lack thereof.

Never dated, never had sex, never even kissed a girl.

He has this fear of dogs that – if it got out would humiliate him.

He’s feeling like an outcast…

His such a big-boy, but he lives in his mommas’ basement.

All he does is write poems, and record them on his phone,

He’s even too lazy to go to the studio.

Working his little 8 to 2 every day and he hates it too,

He just never wants to say.

He’s trying to do the right thing –

But he is not spike lee.

He has this little pipe dream: “make a million, quit his job, and move to LA.”

But we know how far-fetched that seems.

He wants to live for God, would die for God like Jesus did for him.

But the world is so enticing, D’evils plottin’ everyday on him.

Women being Eve, so conniving and so spiteful.

Dressing half-naked on the gram so he can like them.

A million plus, now they famous.

Still, nobody knows or cares who this man is;

He stuck in DE tryna make a move.

Tryna be like all the people he see on the tube…