look at thirty one
and see forty six and wrinkling
balding with grandpa's look and twangy legs
life is short they scream as short as down below
where cold winds blow and fire hardly ignite and burn
someone tell them its the poison you manifest and ingest
the skulduggeries et inhumanity under your inane hypocrisy
that seizes the life force out of you and dries out your souls
where reviving fountains flourishes if uncontaminated
in your ravishing untamed passions for more more
your base barbarism and hideous minds
that's married to all that's negative
you hide in and drink darkness
shutting out redeeming rays
wondering why the true
seem to be ageless
and glowing