I want to get you to love
Or at least pity me
And feed me your gourmet food
I want to have whatever delicious snacks
I want to have, whenever
I want to be so visionary and well-spoken
That you can’t help but feed me
Gourmet delicious food
I want gardens to be everywhere
So that I never worry about opting to eat potato chips
Though I’ll probably eat them anyway
And then have belly problems
A convenient excuse for my repressed shadow
And blame it on the past, or society, or my parents
Or just slink away in shame,
While vowing and plotting to know more
And ride back on a flaming tongue of blinding knowledge
To which your dazzled, overwhelmed mind must readily submit
Or face the shame of stupidity
And then, when I finally have people
Giving me all the gourmet delicious food I want,
And the homeless, too, for appearance sake
I’ll fuck a hot Asian teenager
Whose insecurity and lack of intelligence
Keep me feeling strong and safe
And then I’ll go on, criticizing the institutions
Clutching and choking the status quo
And then move to Thailand,
To eat meaty curry forever with my hot Thai wife
And 10,000 parasites in my gut
And suffering silently when I’m alone,
For having been blind to my natal star
And letting it float, all alone,
Into the cold recesses of space
Too far away for any hand
To caress and embrace,
But I’m tired now,
Let me go die in bed.
This shadow, my Gollum
Wants to show me, and I think he knows
Something I don’t:
The way home.
