NEUTERED BY VANILLA

 
oh better not say that
mind of hell
tongue of heaven
better not think depraved
veiled demon
God watching
what will people think
am i good person
birthday face
shut eyed stiff
not dangerous, like a gun in the face
 
did i say the right thing
the knot of good, a slow strangle
a frightened worm
 
robots wired like weaponized monkeys
and religion eaters
of Gods crumbs
 
can i evaporate
like a dead cat in a black box
better then tripping all over my self
strings attached with hooks
a relic of modernism,
and talking scapegoats hissing
apologizing to a faceless crowd of sea shells
and bagged heads, exhaling only
 
be careful what you say
in a free society