Sweet Marcus

(c) Breeze Vincinz


There’s only one god Sweet Marcus And I am not him or her And they got your email address Sweet Marcus they got your phone number Sweet Marcus I am not who you should look to for your absolute salvation And I am nothing more than a dude on intellectual vacation I’m on a cerebral sabbatical and emotional overtime and you think that’s makes me worthy of your accolated chimes But I am nothing more than a dude in a studio with cold water who eats Ramen noodles for dinner Takes the bus in rush hour Sweet Marcus I never meant to hurt you And you hurt anyway I never meant to go so far and it’s runaway You wanted me to define you I told you that was a myth You already have definitions find somebody to share them with Sweet Marcus I am no Messiah Sweet Marcus I am no liar I am not perfect and complete Sweet Marcus I am not even grown I need a mountain of money and apologies sweet marcus to pay off the people I owe Sweet Marcus Don’t be bruised by the world And their indecent lashes You can be your own phoenix and rise from your own ashes You don’t need anyone to tell you you’re a gem There’s only one god And I am not her or him I am nothing more than a dude in a studio with cold water who eats Ramen noodles for dinner Takes the bus in rush hour Sweet Marcus I never meant to hurt you I swear I never meant to hurt you *** *** *** #nationalpoetrymonth "Life As A Boy: Poems" by Breeze Vincinz Available NOW on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Life-As-Boy-Breeze-Vincinz/dp/1693306018