A Synopsis of Fun

This is not a pussy
Stone sober, cowering in the corner of our biting eastern night
This is not a failure to a few precious years squandered on hedonistic fashion
Semen and swollen lips
Lies of ecstasy
Cries of fervent pleasure to the great starry God in our eyes
To the wasted prophets slumped in alley ways
The glorious saints screaming into a great white telephone
The superstitious readings found in dribbles of our own vomit
Praying for a personal escape
A layered existence
A reason, a truth, a thought, a will, a future
This is a personal escape
A choice, an answer, a saviour
To pitiful problems bread of misfortunate blues, ambers and purples
To lonely nights in lonely rooms
To the strangers of pressure and all that dwell within
This is an escape from the escapists
A lie to the liars
A punch to the thugs
A shot to the drunkards
A hit to the junkies, thieves and dreams
This is not your choice to make
This is the only will power of possession