21st August, 2010

Something I wrote for Video Production Class, I haven't written in ages and I wrote it in less than an hour because I had no idea I had a deadline. Where is my mind, seriously!

A beggar with a loud voice. 

From the amplification of his verbal diarrhea to the way he pulls back his auburn hair.

The way he gazes into her eyes, it is like as if he's there.

But really all that composites are just inferiority and flair.

With an open bottle from a wine barrel and a conversation to show he cares.

If you were really smart enough, you'd see a side he'd never share.

I could almost smell the desperation off the teaspoon of his caviar.

His voice so loud, that punctuated the movement of my thoughts that would take me very far. 

Whispering sexual innuendos disguised as flattery that would take you to the back of his car.

Possibly caused by the effects of his frivolity and nymphomania being almost on par.

What we're forgetting here is how it all began 

Probably when his parents forgot to pick him up after band.

Instead they'd buy the latest toys 

An all-you-can-let-your-brain-rot-in store that varied in choice.

After generations of poise and intellect

You'd be surprise of what you really get.

A brat, A braggart

But you really pity him instead

For it was never his choice for what was in his head.

The imposing of identity and lack of parental love.

Now, you must be wondering why I have concluded the above.

I know this man, I know him all too well.

Although what I am is just as much as swell.

The same defined pattern. I'm a great cliche.

"It takes one to know one" that's what they say.

The great big void caused by this great big need for validation

My name is Jake and can I have your attention?

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