with menues that bring
revenue to intice you
memories that invite you
in sinuous delights of you
pontificating rhetoric
serving the least in you
raising desires and higher gazes
that bow at nothing
internalizing resentments need to feed
on eternal greed,
it is American
to eat some and throw the rest away.
a learned bahaviour,
validated each time you walk
in accord with what is popular.
so stringed instruments become
means to still your mind
while these words numb your soul
so again the manufactoring of consent
gives priveledge to lead you
by your own permission
to deaths door
begging for more of what kept you enslaved
as you find exceeding pleasure
in mental and emotional masturbation
the lonliness is replaced by an illusion
that you just made love
or fucked beyond real experiences
so now take flight once again
in the vicious cycle
that nothing human will ever please you
trapped by deception
you speak in the tongue
of spiritual teachers
while lending body
to what is lowest in you
a bottomless pit called despair
you crawl a side winding creature
sucking juices of dispised fluids
licking the hole beneath you
and in this you find momentary satisfaction
it is enough to hold on to fears grip
until your chance at freedom emerges from the pain once forgotten.
there are veues
with menues
to relieve you
of what kept you from You
just ask yourself from what shall i eat?