Positive

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Positive

I entertain gentlemen of a certain class
while their wives are dining,
The filthy rich
feast on my tender flesh.

They can bend their inclinations.
I'll down another black before
I leave for the house of degradation
for the seventh time this month.

The other boys
ply their trade
on the street, not for me.
I like it when,

the Audi driver feeds my taste
in diamond jewellery in exchange
for earthly feels but I feel
nothing but contempt.

I'm exacting my punishment
in calculating fashion.

Sometimes with hand in leather,
I slip a trinket into my pocket
of gold and value on the market
or supplement my pay.

I blame the sour taste
running down my throat
for my misanthropist approach
to work,

I like to give my clients
a little more back than they give me.
It entertains me that, my services
often leave them positive bourgeoisie

I'm killing off the rich of Britain.
Love knows least, my intention
but sores and certain infection
lay waste to wayward moral inclination

So I'll wander with hat slightly
off-kilter and slip of paper,
A doctors note, warning danger
I'm coming home tonight

For how much longer shall I feed
my child of three and bathe
the floppy hair of my little girl
before my weapon turns on me.

Don't cry for me,
I am doing God's work.

Sam Gregory