unplugged, electricity without a medium
to translate – what am i trying to say?
nothing of importance,
because in a world of self,
no one gets it all: that is so very selfish!
and yet saints do not deserve to die,
it is easy to claim sainthood without burning,
everyone grabs for that medal.
there is no cost,
free, free, free
just like idealism, what should be,
and god never had to become flesh,
to save.
for scum, you point your fingers at yourself,
the rain never falls on you,
you with more.
that’s all that matters.
till –
heaven sighs.
a change of tide,
then you smile at the loser,
hey, let’s be friends,,
and the loser has always seen you –
you eager for more: this isn’t about compassion,
it is about another transaction
when you have done the math – it’s nature calling,
blow out the candles,
make a wish.
childhood is gone,
and then you blink.
blink, blink, stare, stare decisis,
we must follow the rules,
yeah i say, it has always benefited you,
it is fair you say
of course it is … … i retort.
you’re king, god, pharaoh,
who can resist.
losers stink, you smell the stink,

your own now: let’s be a family

but we’re not.

you’re only wanting in because

it benefits you, as usual.
pause only when your skin
gets flayed. habitual you.
i wonder,
why all these years
i ever thought you were better than me.