Rape

Rape

America was a virgin

And then capitalism fucked it

And it became a whore.

You’re the designer of your own chaos,

Yes, it is prettily set up,

Yet you’re still the actor,

You reach and pull,

Touch and take advantage,

Disrupt and misqualify,

All for your own impression of

Good.

So live your life,

Every one and body,

Individually soaking it in separately,

Blindly, hiddenly, forbiddingly.

But fate is here with the truth,

You, and I,

 Are tools,

In a worthless, self-appreciating cause,

A smack in the face,

A complete failure of the vain at hand.

This is the way, they say,

That will get me shot, 

But I figure you’ve already killed me in too many other ways.