by hangonz92

I’ve been split in two.

I’m a halved hypocrite,

I’m a fickle fraction,

I’m a funny faker.


The mother holds

her child, protects it

from her own evils.

It feeds off her

fallacy just fine.


“We’re all

doomed, mother dear,”

child cries.

“Never forget you

were ruined too.

But I’m hungry

so forget it, just

stuff your face

and close your eyes

and pray the world

in all its horrid hatred

won’t leave you hopeless.”


I’m an utter ugly stooge

To this utter ugly time

In this utter ugly place

And its utter ugly condition.


To consume is to die

slowly, so die fast,

frantic, and avoid any

chance of clarity.

Head on steadfast

to the absurd and

the vicious and the

starving and never

sit your lazy

ass down.