I Am Having An Orgasm And You Can Help Me
Probe me.
Feel my inner tissue,
the I miss you that wasn’t said,
you have my head on a platter harder than granite,
solid and aimed to enable simple wishes,
benign to ourselves we play into it,
fuel for the palate.
Tastes good to me, so sexy and easy
and oh baby I think you got me
wrapped,
snapped.
Put me in a package and I won’t forget.
Living for something,
a session you won’t forget.
lesson granted with experiences you regret.
Sex lives in our base
formality building our ties,
concessions to family,
ties of gratuity.
Bonds you break and fashion to be what you need,
no change
same lover
but now the love is what you need.
The change is internal,
groping for something.
what you get is what you can feel,
grasp it tight and make the thought an encounter.
A casual romance so passionate,
so delicate,
fleeting
and then it’s gone.
I hope you used a condom.
It got me.
I got a TV,
movies ripping virgin minds,
spreading thoughts,
freedom is found.
I want it, so... bad.
Breeding conscious trend in silence,
corporations grasp opportunity.
TV,
media show me.
I’m slim and sexy,
primed and trimmed to be what you want to see,
I barely hit puberty now you can fuck me.
Sold.
Like an appliance
i need maintenance,
can you dig it.?
Plug another socket in the electricity
you asked for it.
Don the outfit, snap the whip
it came.
Another series in the scandal.
They never said you get what you ask for.
Master the youth and you have the power
A formidable army cowering in confusion.
Religion guides expression,
tying feelings and situation to hell.
Eternal penance,
time served
but it helped,
irony rips through me.
Victimless crimes based on our perception of reality.
Existing as a community is our foundation
but we made all the laws to regulate it.
Basic formality is precedent,
governs us.
My mistake is your loss.
How many times can we forget each day,
step up the pace.
Five kids four abortions
God Bless the Human Race!
our seed is becoming waste.
thrown away,
disposable remnants,
the creator is next to science.
DNA maps us and I am irrelevant.
My chromosomes become a statute.
I have no say,
its public domain.
Commit genocide but don’t say my name
i am forgotten,
a rotten memory.
Name a war,
a decade you fought for,
and give me the dichotomy.
US sold the weapons used against it.