J.J. Campbell

the unwashed masses

 

lost in the rhythm of

the unwashed masses

 

we were born to lose

 

to serve our godless

parents until they

reaped everything

from the earth

 

to bow down to the

rich and make sure

there were no spots

left on the cheap

ass crystal

 

the edible panties

taste like cardboard

and smell of boredom

 

parade around in a

tiny purple pair lip

synching to george

michael’s i want

your sex

 

of course, you know

someone is watching

 

that’s part of the fun

 

cast off and always

misunderstood

 

there’s a land for all

the freaks, they call

it los angeles

 

i hope you don’t mind

living in a tent

 

you’ll have an incredible

view of the ocean just a

few blocks away

——————————————————————

with such hunger

 

i think i have

figured out why

i look at nurses

with such hunger

 

those damn pants

always make the

ass look so damn

good

 

somewhere freud

pipes up and reminds

the room my mother

was a nurse as well

 

i’ll take a drink and

proudly exclaim

 

that’s not the mother

i’m looking to fuck

—————————————————————

the most elusive woman on the planet

 

think of tears as a reboot

for the soul

 

think of pain as a friendly

reminder that you still

exist

 

think of hatred as a tool

 

think of love as a unicorn

 

think of happiness as the

most elusive woman on

the planet

 

think of dreams as the

flames

 

think of nightmares as

the world

 

think of truth as the

dividing line for

everything

 

think of lies as the

currency for humans

 

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