You've heard the stories, seen the plays.
Felt the love and loss of these stories we sell for pennies everyday.

Romeo and Juliet, young and tragic, bound by blood, a tale as old as time and a reason to care, to cry, to love, to fight for and come back to.

You can sell these stories to tabloid trash on a Friday for the nightly entertainment. You can sell these stories to your family and friends because everyone loves a good underdog story.

I've heard this story before, I've watched it on the silver screen and I often wonder if that'll be me someday. Someday any day, any day but today- or at least she says so.

Carved names on a tree for a hundred years and a hundred years before, the dates speak true and now here as a mark that this story is as old as the trees themselves.

You've lived these stories.

From the bubbling cauldron of mankind I crawl out of the muck.

Below the sewer and gunk, the mud and sewage we crawled to the top of the bubbling stew and slid over the lip.

I am mankind, of divinity.

I am the first vampire, trading ***, blood and lives for one or another.

In me I trust, I crawled form the soup and learned to craft, I learned to stand and speak.

I am the first lion. Controlling my pride and overseeing my land.

Of the stars we were forged, of luck and God, of Mother and Father, of Earth and mythology so we rose.

Our towers of Babel, our Skyscrapers and low hanging gardens of Babblespeak.

I am the first clone.

I teach the leech to drain

I teach the leech to take all it can, so what do I expect when the mouth I feed bites back?

Instruments and devices of our own destruction and downfall- we create them. Students pass the master and now the master relearns how to be humble.

Our own falls marked by our student no longer needing the skills we can teach or already knowing the lessons we know.

We know our time has come.

I taught the leech to survive on its own, I fed it until it could survive alone and now it thrives in ways I never could.

Jack and Jill went up the hill to pop a pack of pills,
Jack went laughing boy and Jill came down after,
Party boy and Party girl drinking the kool-aid.

******* Jill was what she was known as while Jack was Jillin around,these two made a mess and both came down after the other.

They got so high that they came, went and came again.

Jack and Jill went up the hill to pop a pack of pills and ended up blowing their load all over town, left their samples in parkside restrooms, brain sugar and high cavity.

Jack and Jill ****** off in the alley way behind the racist pharmacist, they made a right mess.

Jack got jacked and Jill got off, the come down burns.

Divas with a baseball bat,
Smeared make-up buttercup, ball busting ******* flirting with the fools and hard-ons in the alleyway.

These girls don't run from trouble, they cause it, **** it, break it, they define it.

Killer queens, savage pretties, beauty queens with baseball bats and brass knuckles kisses left you speechless and broke wondering what the hell happened to you.

These girls in the drop top with their tops down play men like fiddles, they treat em like clowns. These girls on the street can take what they give and they don't break.
Tattooed, short skirts, low tops, high heels and contraband in the back seat these girls are the kinda girls society warned you about.

These are the women of the world who bite back before they get bit because they know the wild side of life is the only way to live, so keep up and roll the dice because boy, these girls toss em hard and live fast.

We'll do it live,
All out or none at all,
Roll the dice and take a risk- or so they said.
So they said.

We'll entertain the lights, the stage, the people, we'll dance, sing, cry, we'll rock the roof, shake the floor and stampede the door.

Lights on, lights off- we'll do it Live.

I run on hard drugs and live for the lights, my name in them spells "STAR."

I burn bright because I won't burn long.

So I am the animated, I am the rising sun on which the papers and tabloids write about.

Live and let live, live and let die- I'm worth a million dollars and counting, who tells my story after I pass gets the prize just as my story and fame goes to the highest bidder.

I look like a saint, I **** like a sinner, I'm looking cool as long as I'm thinner.

Lights on, lights off- we're better in action, so roll the camera and we'll be the attraction.

And so I laid my life down unwillingly in the high school hallway as the disgruntled kid blew off steam.

I became a symbol.

I found myself in a strange land with other people much like me, we were well armed and had matching uniforms fighting against people we thought of as strange.

I became a hero.

I found myself with a choice to leave her to love her.

I became a father.

I found myself without option or hope, I found myself in the gutter, I found myself with no life to live.

I became a statistic.

I found a cause in which I would fight and die for, a cause which would jail me and forget me, a cause with I would be judged for me.

I become a martyr.  

I found a political voice in which I thought had weight.

I became a joke.

I found myself at the edge of the world repeating all my mistakes and actions without learning the lessons.

I became insane.

I found myself looking in the mirror.

I became self conscious.

I found myself starved for affection.

I became a ****.

I found myself starved of personality.

I became boring.

I found myself in the lost and found.

Now I can become.