WHO’S BETTER THAN WHO?
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Who’s better than who? What the hell were you thinking? That you’re better than me, Or even that homeless man drinking? Is that what you were believing? By what measuring stick do you measure? And would you be so kind as to show me? For I cant tell, nor even know as well, But I’d be damned if you’re better than me, As well I’m not better than you, I speak truth, I might not be all there, Because I’m right here, But why would you think that you’re better than another? Because you went to school and got some kind of title? Or maybe you have a talent, would that make you better than another? Ha-Ha!!! By no means, Because I’m full of talent, But I’m better than this, NOBODY.. I’m the ignorant one, My mammas sun, They thought I was copying other writers writings, Um, what is it called? The act of plagiarism, Why would I want to be stealing? When my writing is the realism, Of me that is, And most of the time of you too, No one’s better than no one, Ask Gandhi of that question, A poor simple man, Who brought freedom to his nation, Without out any violent fighting.. So you tell me you got many a thing, Cars, boats, a big house, and diamond rings, Well, that doesn’t mean a damn thing, For I come out of a family that has all these things, It didn’t make me any better of a being, I can’t believe what you’re believing, Well, at one time maybe I was seeing, I gave it a chance, With the sports car, A salary, Paid vacations, A 4O1K, Stocks and all, And all the guitars, and finest stereo, My dad and Mamma-D, still uses till this day, But not a damn one of those things, Ever maid me a better being.. I’ve seen your pride, And don’t worry about it, If I’m pointing a finger at you, There is three pointing straight back at me, But there is no betterment, There is only what it is, A continual growing, Into the openness of loving, Being in a humbling, So I say don’t believe yourself, When you say you’re better or got it better than someone else, For if you do that, Be truthful, If there is actually someone worse of than you, There is someone also better than you, So the truth is actually you are, And that should be sufficient, You’re a miracle to me, Simple because you exist, You see.. So when that ego creeps inside, Just remember you’re a miracle of life, So too is every one, I speak the truth, Now again, Who is better than who?.. Tell the truth…
All Rights Ryan Brady OReilly
01/14/2002
Posted on January 28th, 2008 in Poetry, Writings | No Comments »

