Dessert

I am the way
I got to be cool
No being led astray
I'm no fool
Hostile territory 
Incomplete inventory
Forgetting the most crucial part of the story
Stab me in the back
Get ready for my counter attack
Slaughter house rules
From only the best schools 
Keep me satisfied
No more telling lies
Look deep within my eyes
There is no surprise
Other than your own appalling expression
At the horror of another's aggression
In return I am resurrected 
From death to what is expected
On grass green with anticipation
Full of gratitude and reciprocation 
I turn to you
And fade...
Awareness contemplated 
Reciprocally agitated 
Justice unmanipulated
Only constipated loneliness 
I am the one
The only begotten son
Of chance and circumstance
To understand where it's at.
Return to me my desire
For flesh and good attire
Give to me what I need
A germinating fruitful and abundant seed.
Of which I will not protest
As long as I am the best
And eat dessert.