humint

my penchant for end-rhyme betrays my mental disease

There are no goddamn
New f*****g angles

Divine no divine geometry
In my nocturnal archaeology
Dig my dreams, they are all of me
I have no goddamn sense to see

In my pre-apocalyptic plight
Good or evil, wrong and right
Curse or swear it is all the same
Forgive my use of the profane

With some sick sinister glee
She explained it all to me
We all need our egos stroked
The ungodly holy joke

Reviews

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. sad but true ...
. indeed "we all need our egos stroked" ...

[Little Birdie]

"There are no goddamn
New f*****g angles "

Hah! Sounds like something I'd say to my friend.

"We all need our egos stroked
The ungodly holy joke"

Makes sense completely to me. The world is a paradoxal place, and so is pretty much everything we come across. Seriously, you write some great poetry. I wanna see more of it! :)