Oh no the Muslims

Paper on ink

Imagine jihadists

Long scimitars

Horse riding

In the desert of understanding

Holiness- like overcooking

The meat,

Tough

I so grilled a spanking

Red marks on my ego

And it turns you on

Now tied up

Then flailed

Like a hog

Words ejaculation

Most of them to miss the mark

I made this,

And I made it to live hatred

Made to conquer

Outer and inner

Scrutinize the ephemeral

Like it was importance.

Grope my happiness

If it could break this emptiness.

We’ve built a system

Then locked the door

And now the doorbell

Is the need of a master to tell you what to do

A divination system

To cease preoccupation,

The pristine mountain lake

You mirror yourself in

Less than a spec of dust

That glimmers

In the slicing morning ray

Beaming from the semi-open blind

Beautiful, when you are 5 years old

Easy to feel superior

Easier to talk down the other/lesser

Or partake in the dissolution

Of a fractured disaster

Doesn’t look it

Sexy manipulation

Herniated desire

Ganglion cyst is my point of view

The liquid thoughts you take for intelligent

A defense mechanism

A protective sack

Sinovial fluid.