Response To Those Who Doubt (You know who you are) By Joe Hakim

Dead from the neck up motherfuckers, taking me to task for the thing they lack: a passion that burns and erupts from within the heart, and out through the guts. The ideas in my head know no restraint - the colours I paint with are more vivid than yours. You bore me; content to be bland and to never make a stand for the things that you believe in, gratefully receiving faint praise, hypnotised by your own gaze - glazed eyes watching shadows and reflections, never knowing how it feels to be alive, when I'm trying to survive among the despised, but my will is stronger relentlessly driven by an all-consuming hunger to describe what it means to be living in the twenty-first century, a conduit for all the fucked up things I see and hear happening around me. I go off with a bang, while you just whimper I'll crush you underfoot like a building in the path of a radioactive monster. So, which side are you on?

Copyright © Joe Hakim 2006

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