He is dark; I sense it. He is Godless, and attractive
I look around, and wonder sometimes, do people who
Don’t believe in a Higher Power, think Utopia exists
Here on earth? One would have to null the senses
To keep up appearances and the charade
Pillars of power of the most powerful nations
Have toppled like melting ice bergs
Money is adored, like a Divine entity, and some
Will sell their souls, to acquire it. And if all is lost,
Some don’t see the point of going on – without it
Love, which lifts us to the sublime…is
Sometimes brokered or supported by adornments…
This Love…ever contingent on those; and often times…
When faced in a divorce court, thorough despise...
Replaces enduring love, as the passion is deformed
And those who stay married and trudge on…
May find the husband errs in his ways, to seek
Comfort in the arms of lewd boys, or the woman
May find solace in a glass bottle, in prescription
Pills, or the knife of a renowned plastic surgeon
I’m not preaching here; I'm merely asking
I'm only human, and far from perfect
You know, when I was a teen I masturbated once
With Jesus in mind -- and he was not the gardener
The nuns in school drove me crazy…and…
Oh, God! I’ve become one too!
What do they expect at the moment of death?
You know Oscar Wilde changed his tune in his old age
To leave fame and wealth behind? As the flesh decays
And one becomes an obsolete social security number?
I just don’t understand it. “Look, she said, you know
What you need? I’m going to get for you a dildo.”
What’s that you said? Why, I’ve never used one
Technology has replaced real human interaction, as it
Insulates and isolates anyone plugged into their IPod
“You have to loosen up girl!, I’ll get you one for
Christmas.” I need a large apparatus to loosen up
My tight pussy? What is this world coming to
When a machine replaces man in his duties!
I shake my head from side to side and ponder
You're giving credence to Freud's theory that my
Repressed libido is cause for neurosis
If a phallic instrument could bring enlightenment
And enduring fulfillment, one would need a pillar to become
So loosened, as to gather off the ground the fallen uterus
If you were to give me one though, I’d carry it in my
Hand purse, and I'd only use it as a weapon. The
Mushroom head would protrude, and when I open up
My purse, to pay in a crowded checkout line...
I’d get a big kick of the expressions evoked
Painting by Salvador Dali
