*a poet of the id
i am shame
dishonoring myself gladly
a disgrace to clean thinking people
deconstructing the ramparts of a fake me
an obsessed child
desire without conscience
an ignominious plague
a broken bower
humiliated by holding back
the knot of obedience
and the abstinence of true will
this vile canker wants a kiss
i am mortified by nobility
why aren't people ******* in the streets
piling on like dogs
squalor in heat
evoking tender squeals and howls
like ear bleeding sirens on fire
oh genitals on a dais
a new spirituality
Aeon to come
myriad of divine liberations
and a new class of powers
wrend and weary afraid
while desolation pulverizes spirit to ash
my ******** tank is full
instead of taking my life
taking back my life
from the soul herders
ghouls of liturgy
i am
high minded
about being low minded
my scurrilous badge of courage
the middle finger salute
spells freedom to flourish
have you seen death?
in the end
are we not all equal ?*
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC
*a poet of the id
i am shame
dishonoring myself gladly
a disgrace to clean thinking people
deconstructing the ramparts of a fake me
an obsessed child
desire without conscience
an ignominious plague
a broken bower
humiliated by holding back
the knot of obedience
and the abstinence of true will
this vile canker wants a kiss
i am mortified by nobility
why aren't people ******* in the streets
piling on like dogs
squalor in heat
evoking tender squeals and howls
like ear bleeding sirens on fire
oh genitals on a dais
a new spirituality
Aeon to come
myriad of divine liberations
and a new class of powers
wrend and weary afraid
while desolation pulverizes spirit to ash
my ******** tank is full
instead of taking my life
taking back my life
from the soul herders
ghouls of liturgy
i am
high minded
about being low minded
my scurrilous badge of courage
the middle finger salute
spells freedom to flourish
have you seen death?
in the end
are we not all equal ?*
