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Pharma-see

Have a disease that just won’t go away? Big Pharma is here to save the day Shitting blood, intestines full of knives? Big Pharma is here to enrich your lives Is your mind uneasy, your thoughts askew? Big Pharma will leave you feeling brand new Did drug one cause disease two? Big Pharma knows just what to do Got a chronic disease, need chemo infused? Big Pharma has an unaffordable drug for you Lose your job and your insurance too? Big Pharma doesn’t give a fuck about you

Generic Stockpile

Do you miss yourself yet? The way you used to feel When I lit your mind up Or do you need the lies To make you feel alive? Your words were generic A dark voice of untruth How many stockpiles of me Do you have in your world? One for every day? Men like you will never Find the satisfaction What's positive always Attracts what's negative You don't have to deceive To get the truth from me Do you miss yourself yet? Unattainable you It was always just me Beginning to the end

Muse

You never existed I carved out Of my desires All the qualities I look for in a man Placed them inside Your sculpted body A vessel for my artistry Looked better in the mind Than on my paper Your muses are many Mine is solo Once I decide love Was only myself In disguise all along You will be the one Searching for me In every female you see

Divine Intervention

Lately disappointment Has become my favorite flavor It tastes like missed opportunities And unused lingerie Every time I try To climb your tree You knock me down again The ground is soft But my fingers bleed From clawing at your bark I wait for some grand gesture A profession of adoration That will never come I must be my own Divine intervention

Toilet Flower

Even God herself Probably got herself In a bunch Of muddy water Do not look For professionals To turn your Lucifer Loose if your Heart beats Outside it’s chest Hurl yourself Into that sea With all the rest Of the lonely fish Before he can Gut you and Throw you back Like a toilet flower You’ll grow More vibrant With every Piece of shit That flows Through all Your deepest cracks

Bread

Men are bread They fill you up To leave you malnourished Naughty carbohydrates Break you down Into a glucose high Only to send you crashing When all the sugar is spent Buttery biscuits With a never ending need To rise Some are plain white Some are toasted wheat Some will leave sesame seeds Lodged in your teeth I’m ready to be Gluten free Find some other meat To fill your sandwich Your crumbs No longer sustain

Haunted

How do you rid yourself Of someone that doesn’t Exist My ghosts are international Black and white Several Italians A Jersey boy A Texan The Venezuelan All of them Leave their spook Then leave me alone With the ache of the haunt You can’t kill a memory As easily as you can An ego As easily as a you can A relationship If I don’t give pieces Of myself away They gnaw at my brain So maybe these ghosts Are doing me a favor By taking the overflow Of lust and poetry So I don’t destroy myself

Oasis

A moment of the flesh Lasts much longer in the mind I want to lose my breath Without even having to try I’m tired of being the whore But I need someone to manhandle Push me up against a door I can not be a chore You must stay dirty with me Throw me down to the floor I am only an oasis A deserted island paradise One of those dream about places That leaves you refreshed Eager to return But only for vacation Reservation confirmed