Genuine dollars from just shredded papers!
Risked bloodless jumps from sky scrapers!
A repeated mad stabbing of one’s bowel with a dagger,
one amusedly looking back at the waiters for a stagger;
All, a seeming control of Autonomous Nature,
To the mightily attracted, an enough mental torture.
His bamboozled face sometimes worshipfully handsome
Over a barefaced holding of Nature to ransom…
This, though, a piteous misconstruction of Reality,
As magic remains miles away from Actuality;
Just as Scheming, Ingenious Devil is from God
And a gestured ‘nay’ from ‘a nod’…
In theatres commercially displayed
And in open squares freely replayed,
Faultless jobs that are but a trick,
Disparaging Laws strong like Brick;
Undeserving pockets with money stashing
And deceiving graceful necks garlanding…
If magical powers be Satan’s invention
Then one is a professing achiever of his invention,
At once, his minister
With clearly missions sinister.
Settling for a tomorrow wearing a puncture
And unthinking forfeiture of a happy future.
On the verge of self-destruction
All because of a self-esteem
misconstruction,I'm not fishing
for compliments I'm fishing for
love,consolation
,acknowlagement,anything
positive you have
Before time runs out and all hell
breaks lose
Started off light,light snacks and
now I'm heavy
I swallow these words and
digest them
Unlike last nights supper which
spiralled down the toilet bowl
like my common sense
And was replaced by a hunger
Not for what I'd expelled but for
the true meaning of beuaty
Don't judge me and I'll try not
to judge you but if you do
please understand
I'm not fishing for compliments
I'm fishing for love
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