Old-Ass Poem

Defend yourself
from the lies they throw you.
screaming face
stripping on a bar
your innocence is
prominent
your remedy, a
shot of morphine
laced with faerie dust
rivulets of blood
seep from your eyes
as you claw at them
in an ettempt to not
see the monster you
have become
clip your wings
black, caked with the
scum you slept with
the previous night.
You never knew
what it was
to be tainted
until you saw
heaven's clouds
through acid-enhanced
tears.
In a purple bra and
leather miniskirt
you run through the
streets of London
yelling "Fuck me!"
at every red-headed
man you see, and
every green-eyed woman
you don't.
Escaping to a time before
conception, an
exclusive club for
God, transvestites,
and foamy,
you search for
the paper moon
stuffed with fillet
mignon that would
cure your perfect
mind. Lace duct tape
covering your nose
and Cherry-flavored
Tylenol contaminating
your brain.