képek, betűk

On that planet
emotions are pushed beyond excess
adoration, malice
self-interest, cosying up in hatred
as though it knew everything better
while understanding nothing at all
the back-slapping, matey sort
with an axe in its pocket
the crowd professes self-interest
it worships with devotion
consume with passion
warped laughter, warped grunting
the same mouth kisses, tears
devours and licks one another
the same one does it
the same one denies it
this is how shit grows an arse
how light grows an eye
I flee from both
while I am afraid