-The Cure Is Me-



i wonder if you listen
to every thought that is roaming

i wonder if the world could sit in
and everyone could understand

these deeper thoughts erase me
experience the real me
because within this shell
is a primal hunger
for knowledge
and the understanding
of our before fathers
and their wisdom
of the creation
and to the
sorted whores
who taught the elegance
of war
and manipulation
of these masses

to the mediocrity
and self disillusionment
of splendor
and profit

are we the servants ?

or the forsaken ?

dancing in the street light
concrete and metal
alive
all painted
in different colors

they will make you kiss the boots

and strike you with their boxes

down on your knee
you will
taste the whip

and bleed

for

the

cure

is

me