Poetry

Man works his fingers till they bleed, tryin’ to provide for his seed.But it doesn’t matter because the worlds a mad hatterand nothing seems to make sensethey were lies about the white picket fence.And we all bought it, at least I didPreachin’ it to me since I was a kid.Pearly whites will get the chick, … Read moreUntitled

All of them have eyes,all of them have bodies;Empty shells for erotic pleasure,singularly naughty.”Caution” – a value I’ve never learned”Fidelity” – only recently took hold.meaningless pleasure is not pleasure at all,but tales of pain untold.