Fruitless desires erased by timeless greed
The lust for money and power that
Should be mine.
Just need a moment to think about it
And type blindly
Test tube baby abortions are fanatical fantasies
Your dreams are saddened by revulsion of me
My dislike of you is permeated by never-ending torture
And futile aggressions in the red vest that I wear daily
The putrid customers need to get a clue
That the caked on makeup or lack thereof
does nothing to hide their beauty or ugliness
The stupid mindless questions that have such simple pathetic answers
are your petitions to my knowledge of your future
I control you and your master is nonexistent
The deity you so devoutly worship contradicts
Everything you do to me, to yourself, to the world
Care not about the life that you cannot live
as it will be gone long before anyone notices
that you ever existed.
Infinity is the decay of souls in the retail machine
Hit the Target on the Wal with your Big K
in this overblown Venture that no longer exists.
They cry and scream the children of the future world
Yet they care not for today and thus spill their seed
in the soil of their sibling's loins.
What a wondrous idea.