You ask me,
Why do you glorify the bad and the hate,
I ask you,
Why should I fake happiness and keep on a mask,
Am I too deep for you well I'm sorry,
I can only be me and that's all I can see,
Why don't you try it sometime just be yourself,
Let me down, tell the truth, put your old self on the shelf.
America's Only Truly Legal Drug: 12/23/02
Why is this shit legal anymore?
It should be taken off all of the shelves in the store,
I'm surprised at my addiction and how it brings pain,
Even more surprised I don't inject this into a vein,
It even used to contain cocaine shipped overseas,
But now whenever I drink it my mind starts to freeze,
It's like my body can't take it and it starts to choke,
I vomit and the wall are now splattered with coke.
The Astrologer: 12/23/02
Is this the last day of my life or the first of a rebirth?
I guess I will see for myself after noon,
When they lock me in that room and ask me to talk,
I will stare at them blankly and think my own thoughts,
And absorb what he says but I will ask for the tape,
A hypothesis won't even prepare me for this,
Messenger from God or a crook with an eye,
I will have to judge for myself,
So many questions but too little time,
So it's almost not worth asking any,
But I can ask one,
I'm just so fucking afraid of the answer,
And I don't want to lose her,
But I'm more afraid I'll lose myself,
And she won't be there this time,
At least not in my mind,
A new life?
Sellout Mystery: 12/23/02
A penny for my thoughts how about a fucking million dollars,
Or even better yet tell me truths about yourself,
I'm not one to express how I really feel,
Everything I told you was probably a lie,
Or was it?
I guess no one will ever know the truth about me,
But at certain times late at night like this,
I think that maybe I lied to everyone,
All those little jokes you might remember,
Are simply my way of exhibiting untold pain,
Will I remain this mystery or will these lines fade,
These horizontal blue lines that seem to stretch forever,
Will I last forever too?
Give me your thoughts and I'll think about mine,
I can't seem to end this...
The True Christmas Story:12/25/02
Where oh where has my inspiration gone?
I think she died today,
Some Christmas this is,
Of course I appreciate all of the gifts,
But that's not what Christmas is about,
I recently found some startling news,
It turns out Christmas wasn't really the birth of Jesus,
The forgetful Christians couldn't even remember,
He was the fucking son of God!
How could you forget his birthday?
So you chose some random day of the Roman calendar,
But just wait until you hear this irony:
The day you picked happened to be the Roman day for orgy,
They were afraid of Winter Solstice that their lives would end,
So they all got together and made sweet passionate love,
The mistletoe you kiss under today,
Was actually part of an ancient Roman sexual rite,
I laugh at all of the Christians who tell the story of Jesus' birth,
Because I suppose only the enlightened like myself,
Can see their sweet ignorance shine.
Simple Imperfections: 12/26/02
I told you not to screw with me,
I always know how to make you cry,
You'll never be a part of me,
I just don't care anymore,
We'll go our two seperate ways,
And I'll even greet you in the hallways,
But only to put up a good image,
You hurt me, I stopped caring,
All my love that you stole,
It was so wasted on you,
You never gave any back,
But I can't say I care anymore,
And now that you're my enemy,
Watch out in dark places,
I'll tie you up and starve you,
You never cared about me,
So I don't care about you,
You'll never be a part of me,
I don't care.
Original Copy: 12/27/02
They say that it's different,
But what I think they really mean,
Is that it's a new duplicate,
A new and improved yet faded shade of green,
Been worn down to appear ruggedly retro,
An old style repeated in a cycle of lies,
They say that it's different,
And that the expense is not as important,
As the newfound level of comfort,
But I know they are caught in a cycle of lies,
Blinded by popularity,
"No one will stop me",
Take You Back: 12/27/02
I bet you think I'll take you back,
And maybe I will,
But only to beat you down,
Without public eyes,
Telling others I'm needy,
Being yourself, being greedy,
Make me look bad to everyone,
But you'll probably always be you,
Evil, shallow and untrue,
Even if I become alone,
I'll have more true friends than you,
Because you have none,
You can't even be true to yourself!
So yeah I guess I'll take you back,
I'll beat you down.
Slight Control: 12/27/02
I guess sometimes it seems funny to me,
This is often what troubles my conscience,
I suppose I am lucky to at least have one,
Even though it hurts me when I look at the world,
When I see how little everything changes,
And it worries me because I begin to wonder,
Did I ever change or did I just dream it?
I used to be a violent kid who was too shy to talk,
And now I have a slight control over my anger,
I talk too much,
Lately I've gotten into trouble because of my talk,
I think I've become better than the rest,
When in reality I'm the same,
The same I was before,
Not the average man who walks around unconscious,
I have always been better,
And it hurts me so.
A quick fit of anger for your dressing room,
Contained for years now unleash the fury,
Varicose veins exposed and temples blaring,
Your scales tied up like Leviathan,
Breaking free to scream at me,
Finally I can feel again.
The Blue Hat: 12/28/02
Why do you let her hold you back from me?
We haven't even tried to be good friends yet,
I can't even say anything about you,
However I do look forward to the future,
When I can look into your eyes and read you,
Break from her and try me,
Then you can go back to her,
And since she has been insulting you,
Your intelligence and maturity,
Behind your back but to my face,
We will slap her together,
And hold hands afterwards,
Well now I suppose it is time to rebuild you,
So I'll break you down first,
Shovel to knock you senseless,
Drug your mind with nuts and bolts,
Take you apart piece by piece,
Until I can see you naked,
Standing in the doorway with your back to me,
Break you down, piece by piece,
Build you up, piece by piece,
Just like you did for me,
I'm just so broken it hurts,
So I'll hurt you back,
Or have I already,
Undressing you with my eyes,
I'll build you back to fit how I want you,
Because I hate you now.
The Vibrant Aftertaste: 12/29/02
Your two extremes are dangerous grounds,
Why can't it all just be gray?
Individuality is so expensive nowadays,
It's too hard to please all as an extreme,
Sometimes taking a side is the worst decision you could make,
Neutrality may be dull and boring but it is safe,
And the taste of gray leaves no bitter aftertaste,
It is not overloaded with spoiled milk or molasses,
Is gray even really a choice though,
Or an acceptance of everything and embracer of nothing,
Is it better to live without the bad and good,
Or be able to choose between the two,
I think the gray matter between your skull fragments knows,
And it even glows,
The vibrant color of gray.
Well they're going to keep growing and falling,
I told them to let nature take its course but I was refused,
And everything broke on me at once so I did it myself,
And that day I ran into the forest and sat on that log over the creek,
And the next day with an F in my hand,
Red outlined in dried-up blood black,
It was a big 'Fuck You' reminding me of my hatred,
For I thought they were friends and family,
But so many lies,
Well they're going to keep growing and falling.
Now Can You: 12/31/02
Well I can say you aren't everything,
But you're the fucking definition of meretricious,
It's like you're looking right at me but I'm invisible,
And so you're talking to yourself and I hear you,
But they have to be lies they just have to,
You can't be that bad of a human being now can you?
You can't really hate me now can you?
You can't tell the truth at all now can you?
One big lie into another and you can't now can you?
You said no once how about a yes,
Now can you?
And with that... year 2002 of The Foot's poetry is over. There are a few poems that I felt might hurt people's feelings if they were on here, so I simply sent those poems to the respectful people. Other poems are meant to be taken VERY lightly. I don't mean everything I say, people. Happy New Year.