Rhwe

It’s a shameful secret to hide

when she shows up in my mind.

‘Forget me not’ - if only

I muse, for flowers are innocent.

 

It’s society’s dirty brainchild

she’s had me so drunkly wined,

fried in a pit of dopamine

induced death. I cry

 

Sometimes. Yet it’s hard to find

something less evil, less maligned.

O Lord, hasten to set ablaze

this ugly concupiscence of mine.

 

I wonder if she knows

what cerebral weeds grow

behind those pure and innocent eyes

that place where satan’s angels reside.

 

Has anyone told her

Her reign is feigned.

We’re thugs. But we’re fighting

this accursed new drug.

 

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