I wouldn’t know what to do with a man like you,
How would I cope?
I’m not used to being copasetic
Cohesive
Molded into what being alone has made me,
Irresolute.
Holding out for something supreme,
I quit taking in the rogues,
A sharp halt to rationing provisions,
Stay open, stay hoping,
Optimism has long abandoned,
But I’ve settled into a blissful unconsciousness
I know nothing but self-reliance.
Everything italics
I kill the idea before it swells,
and wait for someone to hunt me.

We were just kids,
You were a slum I visited out of pity,
during a mission to alleviate my conscience,
Your actions nothing less than contemptible
No matter how much you profess to have reformed,
You are just as misguided as you ever were.
It’s a relief that you’ve discovered you’re inadequate,
Because I’m not strong enough to turn away a beggar in need.

Would it make a difference,
If I bullshit,
What sequence in the universe would shift?
How would you ever know?
Humanity has lost me,
Who would want to be a part?
A society of surface design,
Nothing beyond esthetic,
It’s fucking pathetic,
We’re all too lazy to make a change,
too disinterested to say anything,
attention consumed by our romance with technology,
in love with robots and onscreen personalities
pedophiles and online predators,
could be charming in conversation,
choosing sterile over tactile,
without delay,
I prefer the touch of human flesh,
A prolonged climax,
A physical caress
Nothing is more magnetic,
Chemistry can’t be cumulated via automation.
artificial simulation cannot emulate legit stimulation.