humble pie

suck it up boy,
carry on with evil in your eye,
humble pie tastes like,
dry skin elbows and old potato skins.

gave my spiel,
let them know,
I was sorry,
silence in a crowd is unerring.

pats on the back and understanding crows feet eyes,
symathy understood but taken in stride,
and the pitiful look in my eyes,
will be remembered by all those involved.

humble pie,
humble fuckin pie,
I now know the taste…
and never want to take another bite, ever.

I played my games and lost miserably,
with the acrid taste in my eosophogus,
if you only knew of the politics,
involved.

I regain my feet, but just barely,
scraping by with the debts that I owe,
and if you only knew,
you would have left me, to complete the viscious circle of fucked.

I smell of green diesel,
of shame and of confidence,
and all at once,
once again, I hate; yet, I am proud of myself.

I ate that humble pie,
I cooked it myself,
and this is the start of a new phase,
a clean slate, a clean plate, lets start again.

a new beginning,
to alter my existing identity,
a public awakening,
of rebirth.

humble pie

kromwellfarkus

Joined November 2010

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