Its too easy
To just sit and wait
For hungry bastards
To agitate
For stuck-up whores
To ply their hate
Foment acts
Of shame and rage
The cage we’re all
Trapped in
ideas,
Currency.
the record of your every move
Assess assets
asses for bayonets
Elbows, toes
And ketoacidosis
Chaos amid osmosis
Synchronicity
Titty bars
tinted windows
Dark cars
From afar
The poet’s vantage yields
agitated prose.
Ta Ta’s a-wiggling,
Shimmy’n shoulders
a breathless
Damn spot,
a perfect place
No win no loss
A pure disgrace
dropped on the
road of destiny
The last place you’ll ever see
the one you waited
your whole life to see
For what it’s worth its
It’s yours to take.
A lesson in anticipation.
Shitty reception.
same old tricks
a bag of dicks.
Waiting on fate
And abiding
the fomenting whores.
