YOUR CHEMISTRY
I am a bleating hog on your tail,
scented by feelings I can't derail.
I chase your chimerical odor through
weeds and dumps, swamps and ghettos,
and I swear allegiance to the love of you
each day. I've long ago grown deaf - to
the pleas of others, the cries of women and
children, and even to the odered surrender
of judges and juries. They can all go to Hell.
I've got new eyes set on the new sun, the
brightness of a lethal sky. The streets are shiney
with the rains, the sewers run fast to the river.
No one cares, nor gives a damn about anything
real at all. I am a bleating hog on your trail,
scented by feelings I can't derail.
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