BROKEN, DISFIGURED, ALONE,
TRANSPARENT, REPRESSED TO THE BONE,
UNSPOKEN, SO WE LEAVE IT ALONE,
LET YOU PERPETUATE THE STEREOTYPE.
HAVE I BEEN SEEING THE OBVIOUS?
IS THAT A FUCKING CRIME?
THE SMELL OF CAPITAL PROFIT IT LINGERS,
IT’S IN YOUR POCKET, IT’S ON YOUR FINGERS,
“I WANNA BE JUST LIKE THE OTHERS”
SO PATHETICALLY DRENCHED IN ALL THE COLOURS,
WHERE CAN I GET? IS IT ADJUSTABLE?
YOU ARE NOTHING,
YOU MAKE ME SICK,
YOU ARE PATHETIC,
JUST FUCKING ROT.
“SAVINGS!”
“ACCESSORIES!”
IM SHAKING THE TV SCREAMING;
“PLEASE TELL ME WHAT TO SPEND MY MONEY ON!”
IT’S BURNING A HOLE THAT NEEDS FILLING,
AN EMPTY SPACE IN MY SOUL FOR A PRODUCT WILLING,
IF THEY CAN MARKET IT,
IT WILL APPEASE ME.
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