It's a round about concoction of nothing
For nothinag
Just straight sin

You make believe our love
And yet
I just keep telling you
That's what it pays
To be down
When all the rest is above

I looked up Le Guin the other day
She told me I was a fraud
So I bought her a cup of coffee
And a doughnut -
Just like that,
I was a doll.

There's no reason
For treason
Other than fighting against a mirror
That reflects something
That will never be.

Imagine
Nature.
Take her for granted
And see what happens.
The smoke
Is nothing but languishing
Factors that make sure
You're there after hours
And the evenings.

It's that,
It's you actually,

And you're the best hemlock

You could ever

Be forced

To take.