You are on fire
And its burning your senses
The smoke clogs your veins
Does it let you think
Before you spit venom?
The burnt charcoal dust of your wrath
Glitter and glamour
All around you in a frenzy
Cynosure
Oh must it feel to be them?
You stare at those limousines
And find it hard to blink out of greed
Ten more minutes
Five more
Hit on the snooze button
As if that stops time?
Stacks of work to be done
And you are slouching at the bottom
Of the heap
Did you ever hear of a successful sloth?
Check her out
From head to toe
Stop a little more at her breasts
And rate her jugs
Ask her to leave with you
Doest consent?
Rape her!
A loving wife at home
But love comes after your lust
You laugh
Because she is ugly
Because he is black
Because…
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