I DENY IT

I am not an addict; I can stop anytime I want to

Yes I can, I can stop anytime I want to

I just haven’t felt the need to stop

What ‘s so important for me to do now that I finally free 5
minutes from my curfew

Momentarily abandon myself to my dreams

Give myself permission to leave myself behind left out of it
again

Yeah, really, I can stop anytime I want to

You ask why I don’t stop if I say I can

Oh O.K., I confess, I did do it again but I didn’t mean to

I know I said I wouldn’t do it again; I tried not to do it, but
couldn’t stop myself

the urge overwhelmed me and it did me

I was powerless, I did it again

I’m sorry I want you to

Share your secrets too

You’re not perfect

No more throwing stones at me

Com’on, confess your sins

The sins everyone else said you shouldn’t do though to you
it felt right at the moment when you tried it on for size

I remember your hands got dirty too that time,

you can’t wash away the sins

I saw you pee you walked away didn’t wash your hands

You stood observing.

My defense is my skin is so dry the skin turned ash,

unnourished white skin flaking off my hands

Skin Slowly Peeling
to shreds,

before It’s time the skin is dead, skin slowly peeling away

Ready or not, here I come. Red light green light, one two
three

Is that how many chances I get to absorb the flow of the ideas

urges march day and night, the weight burdens me, early dawn

urges obsess me, possess me, I ignore them a day or two then
they take me by force

I declare a truce. Urges have a hold on me won’t let go of
me

Separate men from woman, because we know once those urges
take hold, it overwhelms Together they can’t control overt urges so they cover
up

Pretend there’s no drive

Woman’s hair her one true natural beauty

A set up from the start I pull another stinky fart just
thinking about it

Force myself to think peace so the word war will fall into
disuse we will all refuse to fight

No more abuse by governments everywhere will have peace-oriented
leaders

I dream of peace, a word war floats by a banana submarine
looking for oil

Knowledge and power

Peace everlasting.

Meditate the days away instead of lustily fucking following my
instincts, my addiction.

It’s easier do what presents than battle in a hot windy
desert where you can’t see the only water is an illusion.

Addictions plague me.

It takes only one person’s fart to stink up the whole room
how to clean out the smell if there’s no access to air

 the hole in the room
follow the white rabbit and give in

Doctor diagnoses post-traumatic stress syndrome

Another rant a poetic chant a prayer to set the universe to
rhythm  

Another beat

ANOTHER DIVERSION

I give in give in give in give in give in give in give in