Sticky gooey muddy emotions bubble up to stir the ***
Fed by the spoon of the mixture filling with all you've got
Taste bittersweet more than enough to eat
So much to swallow
Take it in
Aftertaste sickly
Though helps you to grow
Pass me a drink and let it all settle before you let it go

i wanted to say something about
social culture concerning clothes,
something about the six moral stages
from my grade eleven psych class,
something about individualism
(and the farce that is individualism).
i wanted to say something about
the contrast between ethics and morality
in comparison to the whole and the singular.
about how the path to hell is paved with good intentions.
but you know what?
i don't give a **** about what you wear,
what you think about right and wrong.
i'll do me,
you do you,
and we'll give each other a wide berth,
aight?

h.f.m.