With love dead
And god gone
I feel
That my motivations are all wrong
This is no longer about expressing me
But more about reads
Attention
Votes
Reality hit me please
Because I can't live like this
Hungry for attention
From online strangers
Whatever the internet drags in
To read my work
And praise me
Almost endlessly
What
A
Greedy
Little
Fuck
I
Am
God is dead
And I think I've killed him
With this irrational need of mine
Someone fucking fix me
And I can be serious again
So I can pop the little bubble I'm currently in
And burst my ego
And while that shrinks maybe so can my thighs
But thats just the voice
Of anxiety
Chiming in
Alas
I am fucked
With an inflated sense of pride
And a mouth
Agape with secrets
That hold poems
Full of sin
Things that can't get out
Not to my general public
Sometimes I wonder why I published them
If it's such a big deal
But
It doesn't matter because
My erroneously large bobble head
Will bring me around again
Like it always does
For fucks sake
Don't feed me
The ravenous vain beast
YOU ARE READING
Shit rant poems
PoetryThere are so so so many typos and one day, I'll fix them all.....maybe