I'm not ***, but perhaps how you see me
Is how you see you.
Your judgment illustrating
Where your mind likes to travel.
I find laughter from your words,
No matter how harsh.
Everything *** encompassing you.
Your world revolving around One thing you do.
Introductions unnecessary
Because all I hear
Is that everyone's ***.
Why have a name or any purpose in life.
You're entire identity is raunchy.
The door to your bedroom worthless.
Privacy just a word.
We're all born.
We all die.
And we're all ***.
But if every thought
And all creation is ***,
What is our Creator?