I have the entirety of society
strung along my commute
like an accidental strip mall.
I’ll pick and choose
From those that deal in humanity.
Fraternity: can you sell me a soul?
My near-exclusive brand of choice
Delivers me not the substances of escape
But the immortality of snobbish decree.
How potent the high of enlightenment!
A rush beyond any I have ever seen.
I must tell my friends
To ditch their fingernail fetish,
Their green-backed sunglasses
And gossiped descends
And rush for the finest product yet!
Light, light up the flaming education of old!
You won’t just feel it in your nose.
It spreads itself warmly and loose
From the top of your head
To the shivery, orgasmic curl of your toes.
But see, this product is not meant to last.
Watch your psyche shrivel like a fucking cigarette!
Their product is the highest quality-
-of addictiveness, that is-
until finally, the escalation is too much.
You’ll fight him and fight him
Ride a fierce straddle on top of him
But never find the same reprieve.
I’m walking down this street,
Thinking about the bedrooms and the coffeeshops-
Stifling the buzz that sits inside my stomach
And begs me to implant yet another person
With yet another idea
And watch the dissidence grow-
Know in my mind
That knowledge has knowledge necessary to throw
Her on this bed of intellectual routine
Yet remember my role in this abstracted scene.
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