i wanted to write a poem titled 'it's okay; we all go to hell anyway'
because i realized we are
sinning and staining
what a sham humanity, oh, what a sham you've become
do you think you fool anybody?
do you think you fool God?
lies and chemicals and alcohol
and writhing bodies and ink and blood
humanity, how you bleed
how you've desecrated yourself
depressed person like me: we see the world as it is
we call you out on it
we know you are going to hell; the thought burns with us every second
(a farce)
so we write poems and you call us eccentric and we discuss how different and much better we are than you
same old game, same old game
- tried and tested throughout the ages
not a different species, but we might as well be,
the way you treat us,
the way we treat you.
down, down, on our last round