Villainous Poem by Kaleb Gonzalez

Why call yourself a Villainous

isn’t that something bad,

his brain must be a toxic mist,

cause he’s gone mad,

Simple is the reason,

elementary in fact,

I had to figure out how to use the knives in my back,

go ahead charge me with treason,

but soon more crimes will accumulate on my tab,

as life’s problems receive my stabs,

superheroes wish to save and protect,

I just crave, and reject,

crave what, hate,

reject what, the same,

I just want to be great,

and for everybody’s lips to say my name,

I mean I’m just preaching to a nation of zombies,

who are so caught up in Fitch, and Abercrombie,

that when life knocks them down they can’t stand on their own two feet,

and history is always bound to repeat,

so I come with pen and words,

hoping to rewrite the path of destruction in which we are headed,

oh am I getting on your nerves? ,

well your nerves won’t be there if your beheaded,

so just fall in line before the king,

I mean don’t you hear the choir sing,

or the trumpets playing a song of gratitude,

only a villain, can be on this latitude,

I’m the villain because I say what they won’t,

I’m the scorn because I do what they don’t,

you know why life is killing you,

cause your too worried about opinions and views,

Me? I’m not worried about publicly,

I just want to rip out the truth viciously,

so sit back and enjoy the show,

cause you don’t know all there is to know,

Love, Hate, Pain, and Pleasure,

where is the map to all of life’s treasure,

the best treasure finders are pirates,

there is a secret garden, with the best lilies and violets,

In conclusion,

the life you live is nothing but a mere illusion,

I’m the glasses that allow you to see whats beyond us,

That god is the only one, and everything else is dust,

As you can see I’m not evil just a misunderstood person,

but one thing is for certain,

my poems kill the hate, like their murderous,

this is what makes me villainous.