If you let me freefall I will freefall into you.
Sugar, darling, sweetheart you do not determine truth.
Do you want to taste the nothing that's been on my tongue?
If I burn then you burn with me. Babe won't that be fun?
Look at wealth that lights the skyline of New York.
Look at the poverty on squalid, distant shores.
Look at the plutocracy that you will not address.
Look at all the apathy that you are festering.
You say it's not your business, that you wash your hands of us.
But there you go so rich and comfy, healthy, living large.
There's nothing wrong with desperation nor with misery.
No, actually it's all your fault you goddamn bourgeoisie.
So if you think it's not your business that we're suffering.
Karma's gonna fuck you up or maybe it'll be me.
No-one stands for my people so we stand for each other.
All people hold these in common: the stars, the air, the water.
For every action there's an equal opposite reaction.
Sugar, darling, sweetheart, it's time for wealth redistribution.
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Finding My Redemption
PoetrySo this is a collection of poetry that I've written. Some of it's very fantastical. Some of it is mythological. Some of it is domestic. There's not really one specific theme or style. They're not all about me and not all from my point of view. Most...
