Hobby optimist
curse my verse
between these sombre lines he found no wisdom
The hidden morals
elude him still his plight for bright
his eyes are dim
So he gets out his tool kit and attempts
to fix the defects around him
Between feel good proof of his attitude
he can´t even smile to it´s full extent
There´s a false world he created with sturdy pretence
There´s a lier beating the boné behind the sternum.
The bland world of success that he strives is now filled with colours
that confuse his eyes.
He can´t shed a tear
Emotions are imprisoned in him and bottled there
Some of them shattered
to cause the emotional scars he bears
Each child he raised was a fair daughter
life continues to teach him to feel invain
A false optimist accounting and plain
Those sweet girls of his cried under his swinging belt
cried tears like rain, (fix that you unheartfelt)
He bet the hetero out of one girl and fertility out of the other
Hobbies and loud congratulations never meager
Each time he fixes something the praise inflates the ego
Smiles and anecdotes put away afternoon eagerly
His pure optimism skin deep as the whore
His pesty clandestine pessimism nips at his lower organs
Like lice that got ambitious for more gains
My dark rhyme bugs him like his own personal lesions
Each hobby optimist conceals his own hobbling demons
Consider me a reminder of the truth said not easily
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