For Nobody Yet For Everybody
You stink Because you inherit Pride, misanthropy, unrecyclable discord and an Orgasm for power You stink With the blood of an infant, Murdered for a surname, Whose innocent letters Wonder of its purpose You stink Of the rusty sensory organs That have given into a commercial of belief And they are engaged to it And you stink Because your feet are fixed on an island So primitive that they cannibalise emotions And worship deities of fear But I urge you to cleanse yourself See hear think what you are born for Leave the island Live everyday till the stench leaves you Or you leave the stench Note: Amanda's poem for Joe Biden's ceremony inspired me to write this. Here is her poem.