I don’t understand you,
so rather than try,
I will do my best to desecrate you,
I hope you can respect why.
When I can walk away from truth
I find it far easier to be freely uncouth
I’ll criticize the color of your eyes
if then general masses consider me wise.
I’m not troubled by this at all
I think a lot of people seem to be
getting all over the reality of your fall,
seems they think that life’s rewards come free.
Yet we haven’t really watched you,
beside a paparazzi trail of blood
they’ll trap you right out of the blue,
take no prisoners, one dead, one beloved.
We live in constant scrutiny by our peers,
a society that learns to hide their tears,
I cannot imagine any other way,
I was taught to be critical with dismay.
whenever I cannot understand some event
I will always seek a way I might secure,
my own ability to openly and gaily resent,
the fact that anyone might desecrate the pure.
I remember you as a champion, broke records, a winner.
Today, crumble barriers, run forward, Bruce Jenner