If you Win, you live
If you lose, you die
If you don't fight you can't win.
So Fight **** It!

He
And me
We both debate
The only two
To do that type
In our school

Yet...
I’m
Always
One
Step
Behind

He always advances
I don’t
We win the same number
But different points
...
He just has
So
Much
Confidence

I just...

I want-need-to improve
To beat him!

An inferiority complex?
Perhaps
But,
But,
Butbutbutbutbut-

I
Want
To
Win

They'll just let you
A few amounts of strength
Just to pull you out
And dip back into the darkness

Hear your voice trembling
Underneath their shoes
Won't they believe in you?
Won't you matter to them?

Sometimes, you crawl
And they watch
Sometimes, they fall
And you watch

There is no more happiness
Only the pain
Exist without meaning
I'm trapped in my brain

Each day brings a struggle
I don't want to meet
A white flag; I surrender
Accept my defeat

you lose when you let them take your joy
from you
and when you don't ****** it back
it's all on you
the one who is in control
of your life
nobody can take anything that belongs to you
don't let them
****** it back
or else you'll lose

Vestal Virgins forbidden to have ***;
spent their days getting groped
as they stood silently around the temple;                    having
to watch the sacred ****** clean up; treated like goddesses,
                                  they'd have preferred to be treated like
women, like the Senators' wives,    who per custom had to serve as temple
****** for a good part of the year;   harvests
                                                             flo­urishing;        |         little ******* born                & set adrift;       picked like apples
                          from trees & plucked out of streams,
yet the Virgins were busy scratching their pious itch,
     that became the
sanctity of Mother Church [Mary never got her freak on? oh, no --  I say she & Leda had much in common:  here's a tip, ladies,             don't let birds get too                   near ur snooch: weird **** happens:
              & eunuchs became the priests & bishops;
perverts doing the paper
      work for free;               for the chance to go frolicking in pre-Deluvian
                     Bliss
                     w/ fair-haired
                         boys forced to dress &  act as maidens,
                         inspiring fantasies of the long ago past;
when we think of the Golden Age:                   [our ideas of Erotica are very predicated on the 19th century's idea of ****** fantasy; which we regurgitate erzats back into our own cultural spaces;          *******, ******* & peeing & vomiting going hand-in-hand w/ giving birth;
       Life has forever been ***** & in the mud;
                                                            ­   conscious Fascists manipulate Pomp
                                                                ­                                & Circumstance
                                                   to enslave the World;     Fascists Never Win
                       b/c a Lone Ranger rides out of the Sky
                 & saves the people after much destruction,
                         sadly, new things need to be built;
                    so tear down the old & burned & obsolete
                       & build new powerful spaces for people
                                                               to live & thrive

          We think the Golden Age was like Rococo, but they were ******* Barbarians,
                                                                ­        just like today & tomorrow

in a van
with an ex-friend.
ex-win
lose again.
sitting in the front
you in the back.
we’re so far
but tension dense.
i sing the same sad songs
a symphony of sorrows.
mis-created mini meals of sensitivity
things won’t ever be the same again.
i lose again
ex win.
with an ex-friend
in a van.