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wake up filthy
she says to me
her cigarette smoke
blown in my face
good morning

i hate all the thoughts
i can't stand my
head

water stains
on what remains
of the bed sheets
his arms outstretched
tied to the frame

whips, belts, chains
leather bound
looking astounding
fatal femme
dom dame
inflicting pain with a smile on your face
wish i could wade
your sea of sorrow
offer relief
from the rain of pain
present each day
the only promise
of the morrow

how i'd bleed for you
only cut me dear
so it's something
you're used to
these dead ends
burn them down
like the bridges
and begin again

darlin
i can't recall
was it a rise
or did we fall

stuck your stinger
deep into me
crippled and
shaking

frothing at the mouth
hyperventilating
her voice
commanding me

never more
to see
birds soar
premier, sir
they riot outside
bread shortages
the price of milk
too high

the pumps, president
they're running dry
nary have i seen gas
ever so high,
not in my life

they protest us
who reside in parliament
london has homeless
we exit the union
no plan except for total independence

arrogance
from career politicians
who had no place
pursuing their trade
but they did, anyway

act as though
the people did not put you there
that can be taken
that which was given
as the breath in your body
to leave you winded
gasping for air
i think talk is cheap
and what we've done
thus far
paltry
which is my fault, partly
but the responsibility
falls to us
all together

it's not the individual
rather the system
massive corporations
treated as people
that pollute the waterways
air, soil
the whole of the earth
in every country
running unchecked
the greed keeps us comfy
like electric torture
a knife in the neck
butterflies
turn to moths
like the one that
straddles her abdomen
abaddon
this distance between us
what madness
it inspires inside
the jealous thoughts
obvious lies
i'm glad you think
i'm so great a guy
you never ask
if i lie
or if there are others
maybe it doesn't matter to you
you empty me out
routinely
i can fake the smile
if it does something for you

make me mean it
yuppie ****
think you're an intellectual
cause you say a few fanciful words
recite a few blurbs
of things you misheard
smarter men speak
you wreak
pathetic and weak
and you can barely stand
to look me in the eye
i see right through you
this is no position
you're suited to
i lick my lips
they taste of sky
my head high
in the clouds
but down under
things festered
still bubble
of what
for so long
i had
denied
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