It's me again.

power
power in the back pocket
of the society of
man
it's where i scream
through this little mouth
my mother gave me
and these slightly
crooked teeth
have ceased to please
me
but i wait
and i wait patiently
for the day to come
where the desire to
scream
is released onto
babies
and only babies
for it's just more
realistic that way
because we as children
say
and stand as we
say it
"more, and more,
until the satisfication causes
us to
come
forth"
but my fear is wrapped
tightly and secure
amidst my small chest
and loosened frame
i release it to the
wild
but it only returns
ten fold
or more so
in the morsels you've
fed me
in the dark alley
where we met
where one woman
prostrates before god
and one woman
prostitutes before man
perhaps a misinterpretation of
morals
is in order
because not all children sin
knowingly
but i've done so
accordingly
we've read what the good Lord has
said
and what he's offered in return
our living
beating
souls
holds more worth than gold
or so i've been told
as some people stand in line
gripping and grabbing
throwing the widow's hand
down
and trampling upon infants
i don't undersatnd
take a number at the meat
counter
and come and go
as suits you so
the line to heaven
and the line to life
is weighty
the line to sin
is resting upon a mirror
waiting to be inhaled

again
let us decide at a more
convenient time
as we look above
shrug our shoulders
and tell him
we'll see him soon
with no intention of
ever coming back
until the world throws us
what we can't endure
and we come knocking
mid-night,
seeking selfish wisdom,
asking for more

 

Reviews

[Dimpe]

I love this.

"because not all children sin
knowingly
but i've done so
accordingly"

The self-aware hypocrisy of this poem shines through pretty well. Um... take that as a compliment.