if I would have the time to write you a single poem to capacity
it would vibrate your laces
and induce your mind
I would transform your thoughts
until a state of blind
deceit was mine

yes I´ll be bad
because you want it
yes you´ve been had
like a snared gin
emptied within
the glass confinement
of lukewarm sin

There is no God
That triggers my faith
In human redemption
There is no way
Through pay or play
To satisfy
Your sexual dimensions

there is no fate
not to any ultimate state
that would prevent innate devastation
we reign the world
in a virtual twirl
of feigned contemplation [suck back]