burning boy

Can I defend myself
from your scurrilous theories
from your cookie-cutter prejudice
from your distracting accusations
your small town small-mindedness
as they say
the best defense
is a good "fuck you"
let's face it
that's all I've ever had for you
I live my life in spite
like Suffer's burning boy
still walking the streets of your town
still sneering at mindless conventions
still hollow with pity for so many

have I grown dim and hopeless
I've always been this way
has my melancholy prevailed
it always has
do the nights still torment me
of course
am I sane when I say
you're no better
you be the judge
you be the jury
sentence me as you must
at the end of the day
I can always walk away.