tall one

ode to the erratic
static
in my head:

tall tales of humans blushing
hungry human fed

master in economY
master
in yr bed

master things that follow me
master
as master said


feel blood rush
to yr
face

as the sun will rise

feel self-hate
pump
through yr veins

yr morals, u compromised

cognition and behavior
the two i cannot link
how/why i act out
i seldom first to think