“fake – part II”
They love me, they love me
They want me, they need me
Every time I emote
The word
involved will be “I”
I earn – obtain, get
Collect
Stockpile souls
Tug on the guts of the willing and the needy
Consume
Collect
Play with feelings
Make mud pies from their soft innards
The women with weak hearts
Whose mouths
are wet with the anticipation of tasting me
The men who nod in agreement
Heads bobbing like bloated corpses floating in the sea
I buy you with these fake currencies
I own you
I cripple
you
I grab your cheeks and shake them
That annoying aunt with too much makeup
And rotten
breath – that’s me
I pinch your earlobe and drag you down the hall
To the principal’s
office
That old fashioned teacher who uses words like,
“mister,”
“pal,” and “young man” – with sanctimonious disdain
I give you wet dreams
I sterilize you with bright, cold light
I bathe you in my romantic promises
And then chain you to a tractor
And drag
you through a field of harsh gravel
The more I manipulate you
The harder I make you
The wetter you get – the more they pay me
The best part is that I’m not accountable to anyone
I can put down any words on paper
No effort at all
And if confronted, I’ll have my explanations at the ready
“it means this, or that..” I’ll exclaim
And you’ll be left staring at me
With your mouth getting wet with the anticipation of tasting
me
Nodding your head in agreement
like a bloated corpse floating in the sea
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