Practice Makes Perfect

Mean spirited fuckers abound.

What's a poet to do
When reading desire gets drowned
Deep in distraction stew?

Bullies want your money for milk,
And jizz screams for release,
When lust amid the angry ilk
Won't give you any peace...

For peace is rare, the way we live,
Where volume has the voice
Shouting to take more than we give,
When we have a choice,

Which we all have from time to time
For doing what we need,
Like busting out another rhyme...
As we learn to read.