Helpless shitting, that’s what we call it
when you spew your poison, out into the air
with its fascist leanings, but you can’t help yourself
can you, malcontent squabble
that will be your disintegration.
Narcissistic poisons elegantly costume kings, evil as they are
already, flamboyant extravagances dance
chained by the neck together, torturing a cripple
like me, convinced of a sleepover
simple Simon sad son, bating hate.
The way it is, this is as awful as ever
and ever on it seems, I can barely remember
yesterday anymore, but before I know it
things will be normalized, but I wonder
if sky will remain, blue like fresh clean water
