I see you hiding inside your
Insecurities.
Making small talk
Making inside hoaxes.
I can see you looking
Out of your fake blue holes
You tiny insignificant liars.
You will sturdy yourselves
On shit talking and passive aggressiveness.
You can hold a conversation
About imaginary fictionalizations
Your life you sell loud
Is void of love and foreverness.
Wrap yr hearts around your selfish ambitions
To feel pretty in rot and pathos.
Your mind’s infected with each others dysfunction.
How your mothers’ should have spent better time
Fighting for human rights when they were ripe with you
And given roe vs. wade something to tally.
The day your fathers got her full up with his seed,
How that night he should have fucked your mother in the ass
Or you could have been a blow job
Better yet
A tug job spent and wrapped in tissue.
