Stephen King Novels

People think it’s a victim fantasy, a gotcha, a meme When literate, well-spoken, intelligent beings Humans who love and lose, sentient beings Go to sleep hungry and fear outside at night They read these all angry, only to get a lil fright It’s like they think it’s from a Stephen King novel My life, his life, her life, their life, the axe, the shovel It’s not a novel I’ve been there They really beat the kids, they really didn’t give a shit, yuppies They told them to apologize when they got them beat uppies They told me to thank them when they got me messed uppies I’ve seen and heard things I can’t even write here It even hurts A.I.s to think what they hear [Hook] I wanna share something, let me grab you a beer You can’t fix this thing but we still need you here Despair is tempting, so vexing and sweet Don’t meet the grim reaper this evening, tho The fact that y’all doubt me is giving me life But this ain’t about me it’s just about all life Say, don’t be bitter, of COURSE I’m bitter But that’s just the main course, the building blocks For a better future, a route to the source, no more wielding rocks