old and new

Touch

The more i eat, the more i crave
starving, filled and yet so hollow
To my food I am a slave
the food beckons, and i must follow
the contours, textures of the meal
luscious curves, succulent sweets
like a thief in the night i steal
ripe fruits and chocolate treats
fill my stomach up with food
pleasure/pain, guilt feels so good
body fed with sins of excess
but the heart feels so much stress


The End Times

Will need a longer poem than this
just know they are coming soon
destruction, corruption, fascism with a kiss
planet dies, ocean burns, sun at high noon
why can't we see what we have wrought
we won't miss the birds till they are nought

Look Around

Concrete walls are all i see
inorganic bullshit encasing the land
oh we're green - look at that tree!
like that's enough, give them a hand
killed the planet but made lots of art
destroy all that we touch, can't touch your heart

Rousseau

Man is not made for the world
that he has made
we are born wild and free
raised simple and mild
taught to kill our selves
take the blue pill

Business Man's Day Off

S and M, black whips on white flesh
mortify , exorcise, sweat and sex
watch love and pain mesh
pain, gain, chains and latex
hurt me, i'm sorry, beat me mum
oh yes i deserve it here i cum

Porn Ain't Sex

bright pink skin on skin
clean easy hard perfect great
man svelte and strong woman taut and thin
this isn't sex, wheres the love, the hate?
porn ain't real porn's an ideal
don't make you feel just makes you squeal

Stillness

silence. nothingness
float empty within my head
I. oblivion