Care and Denial

What I mind in this life?

Is it a feller? is it a gun?

Is it the worry, the beauty

Of all the pieces of mine?

I don't care the pleasure

And the eye of a stranger in mirror

I look at my disguise

Not pretending over

All the working wellness in people

Fed by sickness, obsessions

Of non-ugly-ness, effort, I can't bare

To become any better

Be a selected muffin

With the perfect crunchy coco top

Don't let your juice dry

Without getting the expensive coffin

And my ego swims in this water

With the highest pleasure

Doing nothing for

Either beauty or the pleasure

A beast, must deal with pity

How to become so ugly?

And to live by that hunger

Fed by the love of another

13 eylül 2016