Intelligence revered; happiness persevered.
Queen of artificial,
Judging financially upon gentrification.
Catcalling at their beauty;
realizing all of it is subjective.
Her dusty fingers grasp onto the suggestive
knowing her fate is destined.
Queen of artificial,
a cancer not so benign.
She folds onto the weight of feelings
her heart drastically declines.
Queen of artificial,
how she breathes the wretched air;
and yet her mind is all but bare.
Queen of artificial,
We pray at her every wish,
hiding from her deadly kiss.
Queen of artificial,
defiled on her moral high-ground
but her actions still reign proud.

I want cold ice on the rock,
Shake the bottle, stir it up,
and then scramble it into multiple shots.
Sell the bottle, leave the glass,
empty the bowels into my shot-glass.
Hurry it up and don't forget it's precise,
let the drops drip down into the ice.
Give me my malt beer that I asked for,
And don't shake that up for my vocal recital.
I gave my all and let it drown and die,
so now I down my sorrow by drinking
Gulping, *******, drowning
Allowing my feelings to float high in the sky.
Then it crashes down, reaches to my very core,
and then that's when I drink some more.

The ******; sheepishly not innocent,
bound for another attack yet restrained by their inner hawk.
Guilted by feelings that drown in the sea of the land,
visibly tortured by the wakes of man.
Tasseled, bodied, manipulated to their very core;
the ease of handing gifts when given, and receiving gifts when taken.
They prey upon the demise of those upcoming, new, untold
Assuring their stories to never be told.
One hand and it's all whipped away,
Either by cuffs or a scarecrow at bay.

Hey babe,
Just lift up your shirt, show me your gown.
Do it with a smile, please never frown.
I don't care for your looks, I want your lust
Even if I'm the hard one to trust.
I want your ***, I want your appeal,
but trust me darling your face isn't my feel.
I need your body, I need to caress,
So do please lift it up that beautiful chest.
In my eyes you're pretty, you're just so gorgeous
However who you are isn't in my focus.
I just want you, and I know you want me too.
But a relationship, baby? No can do.
You're mine, one and only,
But baby don't fret if you get lonely.
Just hit me up on that cell phone of yours
And I assure I'll make my way over to ******* of course.
I don't want your story, I don't want to know your day,
Just let into your pants so I can feel happy hurray!
Another big score into the books, and all it took was complimenting your looks.
Please don't cry baby, it wasn't all a game.
After all, you knew what this was..
Just a hookup, okay?

Spinning thoughts turn into calculated fractions,
Reaping constantly the mind blazing;
Fiery with grief and concealed passion
the deed of unfortunate stifling its greed.
Forced by compounds of loneliness and stature,
the brain defeats itself with overcoming need,
realizing the creatures they created feast upon their nature
and pry on their last hopes and dreams.
Shortly they find themselves in a state of wreck
Crying and moaning over who they once were
And yet now all they need is someone to understand their mindset.
Except there is no cure to deal with this disease,
So they continue on their repentance filled with emptiness deceive.