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