by Collette Kuntz
You sleazy, slimy, shallow
Hole of a self-centered, sex-dominated,
Writhing, stupidity dripped,
Convinced of you own perfectness.
Constantly breeding, bleeding, blending,
Into, through, hearts, souls, spreading,
Burning into normalcy.
Grabbing, touching, heat seeking, missle guised in love.
Tearing holes through sincerity.
Commercializing that which you think I want, need, canít wait
for someone to Jump on top and seize.
Sex is a part of life,
Of our sexually driven, angst ridden,
Society pummeling itself down our throats, through our minds,
Wonderfully genius producing,
But dangerous around the edges.
LISTEN What you see as thoughts in my head may be yours alone
in my stead.