angst (free write)

Her resting lantern echoes
And in its light I find the fight.
For from its shimmering
I feel its sensual echoing
Where thick muscle
Penetrate soft tender flesh.
And in the Christ crystalline
I sweep the dust from the flesh
In the hope that I can dance
To this sweet fake falling
Blistering reflecting refrain.
But it burns
Like some phony fake distilled lake.
That sweeps me with an ache
Far from the land of the sane
To the seas where madcap laughs
Just weep with blood and bitter
Fucking tears made of fears.
So let’s pretend that the world we’re in
Is made by the men who are in control
So we can wave our torn and sallow flags.
And let’s scream of jolly Britain,
While the body’s line up
Outside food banks that
Scream ever constantly for a fucking loan.
For as long as we pay our debts
Then life must be better that the people
We leave behind the patriotic murmur
From the frozen black hills,
Where there is a sweet kiss
That keeps our sanity quiet behind
Slight Doors of partial and semi disinterest.
So let’s sing songs of patriotic fervor
And then masturbate with the empty images
That wrestles a fake truth with a kiss.
It’s the poor’s fault
It’s the last government’s fault
Its society’s fault
It’s their fault…
It’s their fault?
Its’ their fault!
And we are picking up the pieces
Of their tongues, their whips
and their bitter lies.