It's ******* disturbing.

I wake up tired,
My body aching.
I just stop sleeping.

News, coffee.
Planet encyclopedia,
Thesaurus cigarettes
And dictionary breakfasts.
Slices of rhetoric
With some kind of spread of intellect -
For lunch?
Dissertative sandwiches.

Grains of perspectives
In something over-marinated.
I just stop eating.

Don’t you ever
eat
out of tradition?
Like,
you are not hungry;
but not loaded either.
Your stomach is just
as numb as your heart.

But you still eat,
because food tastes good;
because they sat you down;
because you ought to;
because you’re used to the feeling.

Even when there is no joy
to the taste;
you eat.

Eat,
eat,
eat.

You did it so often
the action
must have lost all its meaning.

Semantic satiation.

And spit it out.

Like a *** of wet paper
Fired straight from a straw

I want to inhale it. Taste it. Swallow it.

Make it take shape in my chest; Douse the fires raging in the bowels of my being as they threaten to burn through, scalding my soft belly like embered iron.

Let me protect you.

I will eat up every last bit of sorrow you hold and endlessly fight for your worth.

Spin and twirl on the floor
Let the music take you away
Dance like never before
Dance till the light of day

Let them cry outside
In here is your domain
Let them starve outside
Let them die of plague

In here you are safe
Out of eternity's reaching grasp
Away from the peasants' blame
You and the devil laugh

Then the front doors break
The mob swarms in with a crash
Your arms are bound in chains
Your safety burned to ash

You're kicked and dragged outside
A rope thrown around your neck
You can see the hate in their eyes
You can smell it on their breath

The starving mob, they cry
Calling for your death
Their chants reach up to the sky
"Eat the rich! Eat the rich! Eat the rich!"

Into this world we all come
Great Kings and Queens
Every last one

But pretty soon this world
It has reduced us to mere... scared beggars
Thieves, outlaws...robbers.