Whats the point


Whats the point of love
disappointed once
the anointed ones
try and join the fun
my employment sucks
like oyster trucks
i deploy words up
to the joy we hunt
eating soy food junk
to exploit these ****s
we're so dumb
like an awful bum
can you feel the cost go up
it's like a comet struck
and we're unconscious of
demonic love
so now i talk to doves
in the park
its the scar's in your heart
that make you miss that parts
of who we are
atoms flowing near moving stars
lyrically i'm bruising bars
from Friday to Thursday
i find ways to word things
i might rage on birth days
but her face 
brings back some of the worst pains...