For Nobody Yet For Everybody

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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.

Comments

  1. yossarianFebruary 1, 2021 at 1:45 AM

    Niice! There's a beautiful stench to this poem, like a fresh steaming dish of andouillette!

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