All The Lies I Have Been Living
Forgiving myself,
I have eggs stored,
hidden.
Scores of ways to save the driven masses,
What has become of them.?
Thoughts stored away in another mind frame,
if I ever got back there.
Stacked in snowdrifts three feet thick,
released in spring.
We control anything we want to, and more.
Think about it and it’s yours,
you can control it.
Like a storefront you can own it of you find the sweet spot.
The G Spot is within us, touching everything we want to.
Soothing passion with a kiss.
Bliss calms the urge to fuck and release it.
Spill out into the streets with rage.
But the sex is cunning,
loving
unexpecting.
Unable to find a point in climaxing.
Never-ending questions run democracy
guiding our loyalties,
our wishes are driven by the rendition of justice we see.
Day to day it is what we make of it,
that is all we have.
A stunning system designed for you.
To be glad or sad is your imperative,
the definitive example,
Choice is what we make of it.