It’s Not **** if You Like It Right?

ClayFace Poems

Claw a bit closer to me Embrace my malevolent ability This will help you feel a reality You feel so safe without wonder But pine for authenticity As you rot inundated by false benevolence You live in such gleaming It’s insanity I’ll pluck you from this numbness By fogging your false sun with a dismal filter And I’ll **** you I am not what you expected?! I am not what you wanted?! I am truth. What you pine for idiot I am tonic I will make you feel something real You’re scared of such a fiend Only because you smolder in this apathetic medium I’ll make you uncomfortable I’ll make you feel like **** A relief from your dystopian existence This dissonance will wake you from your slumber You will gulp from my malice It will quench your thirst for authenticity You will feel emotion You will feel hatred You will feel bitter sadness You shall no longer be vestal like your peers After I deflower you of such “innocence” You will no longer mime false emotions You will venerate happiness You will cherish sympathy Because you’ve been uncomfortable And you’ve been in vacuous darkness You like darkness. You need it. It makes the light more dear to you In fact. It illustrates your reality with such a fine and tenacious brush That if it were replaced. You’d be blinded by the blurry falsity it leaves in its absence For the sake of reformation Don’t return to ingesting insipid entertainment Don’t return to experiencing life through media Digest honest art. Not pretentious art. Not dull art either You’ll live much happier And I won’t have to violate you again my lamb