I am full of chaos and squalor.
You might even say that I have a dirty mind.
But not in the sexy; “I’ll rip your clothes off with my
teeth”, way.
No.
I have a dirty mind in that it is…
…Unclean.
My thoughts are dust and grime.
My sentience polluted.
Words tumble from my lips all…
…Gritty and hard.
I inhale the worlds’ depravity,
And exhale with diesel breath.
Forever tainted by global sadness.
Making me dirty.
Making me dank, and dreary and…
…souring me.
There is so much disarray in this world.
In this spinning pile of air and water and earth.
And us.
Preying on each other,
Searching for the ultimate quick fix prescription.
A quick fix to fix me quick.
Harvest the unwashed masses.
The fellow unclean.
My filthy brethren.
God it’s just so…
…bleak.
Sometimes it’s just too hard to stay buoyant
In a world that’s made of lead and quicksand.
