It’s a trap,
meant to lure you in.
Soft speaking,
light and smile,
but not the kind
that shows
how sharp those incisors are.
Snake-like,
behind the eyes.
Every motivation
like the rippling current.
Hold your hand
and drag you under.
There are some embraces
worth dying for.
Hold me down
like opiates,
like good,
old fashioned
tyrannical oppression.
Bury me
and dig me up again,
I don’t care if I’m
a little rotten,
I just want to watch the war.
Suffer through
another presentation
brought to you by
some vacuous deceptor.
Don’t lie to me,
just cut off your lips
and kiss the world good-bye.
You’re just wasting all my time.
Hanging on
to what I have left
of sanity,
is barely worth the pretend smile,
but I pride myself
on my appearance,
so I put on a hat,
whatever suits.
Just another peacock in the farmyard.
So pretty,
I’m a threat to no one.
Just strutting around,
pulling my dick out
and proselytizing madly.
Don’t you get the irony?
No?
I never did either.
I find it is the lowest form of wit.
Unworthy of the heartbeats.
-HG
