Flying wounded flea

Awoke to a sweat
Near the thrills
Drink your bleach
Please drink it up
Always in the way
Never could escape
(the superman syndrome)
Fought away rape by fist

But then you're just me
Made over
Now hover like a wounded flea
And drink your bleach
Cinder block substance
A new grill I made
A new game we played


Sick twisted mess up
Your crown of gold
Cartoonish squirming
A worm in warm ashes
Smoldering, I laugh
Racist misplaced fascists
Frolicking like an aroused dog
Until its over
Criminal, like a masked man on parade
I found a newer reason
To find a way to step off
Step away
And smile in the freezer section
A mask of twists, a new intersection
I give up no hope
I just wait for something new.