Mice or Men

You’re a sinner but you don’t want to be,

How original, you’re a demon,

But you like being a human, whatever,

I honestly don’t know what god wants from us,

There are many people, perfectly satisfied,

With the status quo, with the way things are,

I don’t think I can imagine myself like that,

I've always had rebellious tendencies,

I’m sort of like the devil, I could want,

The same thing god wants,

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The best for you, maybe I'm still,

Figuring out the bigger picture,

But for all I know, god could prefer us,

The same way we prefer,

The cows we slaughter,

Satisfied, content, to feed,

To live, I always hate looking at these people,

They’re so stagnant, there is no fire,

Am I saying its better to be a demon,

I don’t know, if I was to guess, yes,

Because you know what,

God indulges us just the same.

Absolution

This poetry is sort of like my absolution,

My confession, it’s a way, to get these thoughts,

Out of my head, onto paper, your phone screen,

The second I post it, its not my problem any longer,

When you read it, you become the witness,

To my sick mind, the judge, weighing its worth,

Is it art, smut, just porn, is it blasphemy,

Or you know what, it could just be me,

Writing what I think the truth is,

Partaking, in the global conversation,

But I'm not going to lie, this process,

Is very therapeutic, its like medicine,

I don’t think I could live without it,

Its better than, allowing these thoughts,

To stew, to linger in my mind,

Like a slow-killing poison,

Rotting, never to see the light,

I’d rather share it, let’s suffer together,

Partake, in this daily bread,

Read it, become unable, to unsee it,

I’m sorry, and thank you,

For indulging me.