zef

idealistic tantrum


given a day
a night or more
I would still remain
a child whore
I would rape my parents
my sitters
my grandparents
give me my money
before I tear out your tummy
mummy feed me
give me my greed
I want what you've got
a lot more than what's in the pot
of gold I choose 24
pure to the last pour
honey for my soar
throat, I scream until
the world stands still
I want my womb back
safely comforted embryonic sack
back to the single cell
undivided, remove the sperm, tell
my daddy to keep it zipped
tell my mommy that he's flipped
let me go back to pre-me
then try again, but this time gently
mean it and concieve me into a world
that will treat me like stars and stripes unfurled
a leader of freedom, reining
over the masses of with whom I am engaging
to change ourselves before
going to war
with a list of demands
and guns in our hands,
instead, come to the table smiling
serving a feast to show us thriving
in a world where we love our neighbor
as much as we labor
to love ourselves
and everyone else
with every ounce of creation
we craft a peaceful nation
befitting of the canvas
which so elegantly depicts us
becoming all, an imagined phatasm
a prismatic orgasm
in motion
an ocean
waves of love
caressing shores of
endless rebirth
reason for the mirth
that greets our crying
with love undying
Or I could just change myself, develop respect
for the world I was born into but neglect
live up to what to what I imagine
start to live in the heaven
that I was created into
given a day
a night or more
I would start again
rebuild the my world
from the ground floor
live as the example
to show the world there is ample
resources to share
and to live, not compare
live as one nation
one universal equation
where everything balances out in the end.