Fasting

You know what, I need something light,

Something blue,

Some salt, a cure,

Lately its been blood spatter,

Its been meat, raw and wet,

There's a place for all things,

I can be good, I'm sure,

Baby boy, this is Earth,

Relax, take it easy,

All these children have things to do,

But I'm retired, god gave me too much,

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If he really decided to feed me, there would be a flood,

Oh love, sure its tasty,

But maybe try a salad, its good for you,

Oh no, I couldn’t,

I just want to fuck little girls,

Brother, relax,

There's time for all of that,

All the good things I’m thinking of,

But maybe try to be cute,

Play the pan flute,

When I was young I lived in the golden age,

I’ve visited heaven at least seven times,

But now, for some reason I crave mortal food,

I want some cyberware, let me cast a spell,

Let me visit hell,

I’ll pay the fare,

The next book will be called Maitreya,

Maybe it will be religious,

Maybe I’ll throw in,

All the random things I’m thinking of,

Mortal food,

Sounds good to me,

Maybe I’ll go back to work,

Starve for an eternity,

I know I’ll get to feed,

Maybe in the next life,

For now I’m content,

To be a tourist on the beach,

To be in debt, to be a poet,

Am I dead?

Do deities live for a long time?

My parents are generals in hell,

One day I’ll visit, maybe I fell,

See I can’t stop it,

I’m a fiend,

All I want is love.

Writer's Block

I'm unsatisfied,

There was a poem I was thinking of,

But it slipped through my fingers,

I hate missing opportunity,

But alas, maybe it wasn’t fated,

Maybe it will come back to me,

On a rainy night,

I thought of it after writing Sangria,

But its gone,

My balls are blue,

I feel it, pressing back,

Maybe this book is done.