Leader, leader, don’t leave me behind
You don’t give me much other than an escape from my miserable life
I live through you because you are much more interesting than I am
I don’t see the value in myself and feel compelled to fall in line and blindly support your program
I only see what you allow me to
I watch what you produce because you show me things I never knew
You say what presents a message I relate to, but I don’t relate to anything of value
What I see is what I believe, and I’m nothing just like you
Your words have power
I don’t know why your words have power
You entertain me, and maybe that’s why I blindly follow
The world is tough
The world is scary
I’m comfortable being a nine year old or pretending like I will never grow up
Well money kept that giraffe in front of our eyes
There wasn’t enough money and he was left to die
The stores were emptied
I guess Gefrey grew up
Keep my mind focused on the screen and fill my head with dreams
Make me believe my dreams can come true although I don’t actually have any
Make me forgetable and I’ll cry when nobody remembers me
Leader, leader, people tell me that you are useless
But you’re not useless to me
You’re useful when I am in my time of need
And I, as an adult, need a juice box.
I can’t pour my own cup of juice and need it packaged
Also bring me some food because I’m too lazy to get off my ass and get my own
I will probably never meet you but somehow I care
Leader, leader, you allow me to give in to being lazy and keep me in bed
Leader, leader, I don’t know anything other than you
Obeeda Poetry 