paranoia

[brokenpencils]

I am paranoid about the impending doom of becoming a hunchbacked old lady. If I could I would attach a buzzer to myself so that whenever I slouched I would receive a slight electric shock. I don't know what affect this could have on me in the psychological long-run, but I don't care. I am acting as if this device actually exists, which it might,

but none of this is thepoint.


my lover is a businessman at heart
don't think i don't see that
calculating look
in your eyes

should i kiss her
should i touch her
should i taste her
should i love her

you dirty sonofabitch
still weighing profit against cost
risk factors, incentives, boards of trustees
all gunning for a piece of me
and all this when you know
i'm just thinking about your
fingers.

you're cold, oh
you're real cold

but that's how it is
for the social darwinists:

only the strongest survive
it's the natural order
it's the way of the world
kill or be killed

i'm a farmer, a laborer, an immigrant
i have no money and i have no home
you control all the railroads
roughly and violently etched over my body,
and you monopolize them thoroughly,
hitting the pleasure spots, the soft spots
the sensitive rails melting at your molten touch

(this can only end badly)

and i'm thinking of gorillas
and salmon swimming upstream
and the rainforest
when he slams into me,
tilting his head