poet stripper

I
poet stripper
imbecile whore
await your torture
layer by layer
each in its time
endured
and still
i exist
despite your foolish
dreams of
white picket normalcy
deceptive gaze
 conceals ur
white hot hate.
hidden within
every possession
u think u have
lies the
seeds of freedom...
my sins
pale to your
button down
country club
porn driven hatred
for yourself
and everything
u do...
everything
u want...
shall later be lost.
i lie awake
in the bright
darkness of night
and sleep in
the heat
of the desert sun
my sadness feeds
off the
loneliness of
a sea of tears
an ocean of loss
a people
in morning
and yet
my sins
like the weight of
stone
drag me ever down to u...