Grief

 
ill becomings. ill-gotten to what end?
 
laughing your happy ass off
to know Joy you first must grieve
 
does it entertain stuffing your face on others' pain?
does it suffice you in your hollow places?
 
anyone will do hey, hey
seeking affections not due you
right number wrong caller
 
you're not the first to till the garden
planting hurt of mistrust in my thoughts
you won't be the last

with brazen lust
Hectate knows well,
inflated Ego knows me
I am Karma nice to greet you
 
Chaos is inflicted larceny
always taking from my table
are you happy with scraps?
 
are you that parched?  
a urinal of hate
sperm seeded with hate
to reap but of course
 
darlin