Sarcasm

My fruits of life, are hard to come by in many ways,
These great strives, must be supplied by how I say,
Some may say my family, is all I'd need to live,
Have you stepped in my shoes lately, God rarely forgives,
My insignificant sufferings, are polished by whats great,
all these vibrant humblings, reiterate what i'd just state,
That god rarely forgives, our past constantly relives,
That through all the pain and strife, I lost the finer fruits of life,
The criminal justice system wouldn't leave me alone,
They'd hone in on my moves, tapping into my phones,
But I couldn't leave it, to me it was the one and only fine fruit,
One that supported my family, with complete diregard for the youth,
I'd lost the meaning of the truth, all I wanted was a decent roof,
Decent livings, squandered away as soon as act stupid,
Caught in love by cupid, she's a lady officer, I knew it,
Now I've got nothing, I guess I should say just screw it,
Not many people get the fine fruits of life, I do, but i blew it,

deacon

I broke to listen on the truth of daily life,
picture perfect me and a shoe case of rigid knifes
Been scattered by the old,
worn thin to be controlled
as I slept to hear the finer things in life

“Burry me” was all they said
as they rang the bells “we’d rather be dead”
cause we broke the necks of Hollywood

Entertainment was hated
night became in famine
to the grass roots that twisted
in a screen play of enchantment

So blatantly so, we dug deep,
And they found the finer fruits
within this puddle of my own deceit.

“He is complete”
they uttered as the writers walked away
I was never deserving to take part in this beautiful symphony
Apparently, these lambs were generous
more generous so i soon invented trust
as they carried me home between a dark lit sky
with in a shattered earths crust…..