Humbugs

It all goes and flows

A never-ending metaphor some say

A rush of understanding

That some, just overlook

In a customize society of unnamed products

Just a logo or a slogan

Perceptions of the masses, anyhow

The bored guys drop it hard

‘Cause they wanna be the bard for a damsel in distress

A bunch of poets in disaster, the cold winter’s unknown feelings

Breathing behind your back with a lack of perspective

They wanna live, they say and stray along

on an lonely highway of agonizing whores.

Well, I’m disgusted in a way of vomiting my knowledge and

Adapting my sense to a nonsense of thoughts, brought in front

by human nature

and I will cut in, when I have seen

Too much of these impostors calling out spirituality

Oh come on! Just go away and do not bother

A brother! With all your crap

Gushed from yours mother’s flap

Hectored your way through hearts

And souls

For too long snakes crawled beneath deserted skins

Hissing untrue love under sheets

Unworthy belongings, shapeless forms

Trashed feelings over silent nights

Lies thrown for a fuck, unlucky gals

Fallen for all the wrong bards

Grotesque paintings drawn in tar

Imagine a black star

Indeed I’m awfully disgusted

But I’ll just burn away from all of it

And truly flow to glow in

Images

I can fit.