Why all the hate?
Where does it come from?
Just look at the kid. Take a long glare
You couldn’t even give him another
He doesn’t deserve all this
He’s just sad, he cried
So sad. So sullen.
So angry at people, especially you
A combo of sophistication, desires, sudden deaths
What else can you do?
People put their selfish, grotesque arms up and say:
Get lost, get over this.
You continue to torture him
You go on and burn him, slash him, scratch him
Look at his arms,
A slice, a dice, the permanence it’s achieved
It’s all your deeds, your deeds your doings
Why hurt him? Made him a masochist
Full of thirst for your uncompromising judgments
He screams, he shrieks
Never submitting but yearned for the pain
You stuff him pills, shoving him handfuls
When does it end. Suspended forever?
Those things. They sink down, down so low
They come up, up to grab your head and shake it hard
The world flattens, you flail
Those things. They never disappoint. Miraculous.
Shut up. Shut up. Shut the fuck up
Stop the mourning
Mourn for all your got? All you own?