A succulent spread served
Day in and
Out, I feast my eyes on gore while
Waltzing to grief, unnerved,
Chaos, canned;
I chug your angst, and crack a smile.
Apathy tastes so good
Lately, My!
I gulp down – your shame – to the dregs,
Hate in the neighborhood,
Lurking lies,
Your hurt for sale in handsome kegs.
Yet hunger pangs gnaw deep –
Satiate!
A bit more hostility hurled;
Let love and mercy sleep,
Let’s create –
My evil, voyeuristic world.
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