Take me on the beaten path
wind blowing through my hair
forgetting all the reasons you said
You can never love
I was giving a lap dance and I had to fart so bad
I breathe of you
as the poem
I never wrote.
behind silent smiles
I see the fools with bells on their feet,
Flashing lights on their pants and hands,
With a mind like a stone and soul of a spade,
Dead as the souls they sell for their bands.
Getting grinded on in a club,
They think they’re God’s gift to us,
But on patterns of thoughts in their minds,
They’re in need of a metaphysical truss.
They’re vermin to Mind and Soul,
Veritable worms in Spirit’s shit,
Send them off to their own island,
Because I can’t take any more of it.
Let them dance their way into a shallow grave,
Their sands of effort barely covering their heels,
Let the shallow be exposed to the elements,
And have their bones crushed under time’s wheel.