Shit Bags

they are all like bad jokes,

soggy, misplaced stereotypes,

without humor,

pretentious, overbearing bags of shit,

stuck on words,

trapped in meaning and purpose,

lost in their own rhythm,

full of bullshit and nonsense,

enamored by their own brilliance,

in love with the breath of their existence,

sad, pathetic little cock roaches

hiding beneath the kitchen sink,

waiting for the night,

crawling around in the dark,

scurrying back into their holes

when the lights come on;

I despise them,

I detest them,

I fear them,

but most of all;

I hate

being one of them;

in our own way

we’re all shit bags,

paying homage to egos

that never end,

seeking fulfillment

of hungers which go beyond

the soul,

stroking cocks and finger

fucking pussies that have

minds of their own;

yes, I despise them,

but most of all

I despise myself,

so do not give me

anymore of your shit;

cause my bag is full.

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