"Life itself is an odd attraction,
so let us fuck the flaws,
and free our minds from conformity
with a BANG!"- Lust
Why must true lovers be forbidden speech,
during the climax of a solitary second
and its quivery peak of pleasure,
singing phony fucktunes
and overplayed pick-up lines
"I love you, I love you, I love you..."
through the static of sexual stereo
as the sex shooter finds its site,
with a tip that hits the hot cherry core,
late-night jazz floats into the early morning
and Miss-Red-Light-District gives up
trying to ever find Mister-Good-Night's-Sleep?
Why is the Goddess of Wine prohibited
when all she wants to do is fuck
the "free" world out of its cage of conformity
so that Lady Liberty may stand nude,
like the day she was born,
with her flame of lust held high in longing?
Why is the Wild Wild Everywhere so prone to hate,
when the most untamable emotion is love,
love that that keeps lovers lively,
and happy till they French kiss the sunrise,
making it with God's lips, dawn's reborn rays,
a sign for sex addicts to seize the silence of sleep,
a backdrop the boring business men must loathe,
dressed plain as shit for the daily dog eat dog races,
with collars of compliance burning their necks like nooses?
Why are mobsters and crooks alike allowed to run the streets
with their guns of metal that only shoot hate,
as couples must keep their love making quiet,
choking on confinement, secretly sharing the recycled air
Why do so many within the masses
reenact the Saint Valentine's Day Massacre every year,
fighting from the fašade of false feelings for the fantasy of fancy fucks,
telling lies to themselves, and their enemies,
the ones they wish they could love,
between the cheap connections of candy kisses,
holding halfhearted hands
that part quicker than crappy cardboard compliments
and careless carnal crevices created to crave
climaxes coming and closure?
Why must I put my finger to my head,
and fuck my eardrum with an imaginary bullet?
"I feel like I'm finally Free..."-Longing's last words