The Butt End of the Bargain

Solitude, alone, I can scream
In rains of disgusts
At what has been thrown
Towards me on me at me
by life,  more filths than lemons
Is it wrong
To breathe a little more
of life under this sun
a  little cosy corner
for me, is it wrong
Grant me that

Hypocrites
Meaningless to my mind
Processed sweetly
By my needy ears
Approval of my handiwork
Indifferent applauses
Grins of mockery
Smiles of scorn
Whited sepulchre
That sounded proper…

And I smile
Genuflecting to being
I need to hear
Feel good and touch nice
After all self-respect
Is a small price to sacrifice
All rats squeak when squeezed
They say yes, God please Yes
So their guts don’t splatter
The gutter.