You make me sick
Slathering Splenda sweetness
On, all slimy and thick
It is fake like your nails
your hair
your skin
And especially -
Your claim to enlightenment
Enlightened ones
feed not on attention -
but on living & giving
Sharing your thoughts
to spread happiness
Cause beauty blooms
In the garden of the mind
So stop sharing your body
the only thing it pleases
is many, many a *****
You exclaim love is your guidance
But internally you shout disgust
Disgust for yourself
Disgust, for all those girls
Whose men you claimed
With your filthy cat claws
Your heart is an empty hole
And pitch black is the color
Of your ever whimpering soul
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 8:44 AM UTC
You make me sick
Slathering Splenda sweetness
On, all slimy and thick
It is fake like your nails
your hair
your skin
And especially -
Your claim to enlightenment
Enlightened ones
feed not on attention -
but on living & giving
Sharing your thoughts
to spread happiness
Cause beauty blooms
In the garden of the mind
So stop sharing your body
the only thing it pleases
is many, many a *****
You exclaim love is your guidance
But internally you shout disgust
Disgust for yourself
Disgust, for all those girls
Whose men you claimed
With your filthy cat claws
Your heart is an empty hole
And pitch black is the color
Of your ever whimpering soul
