society is a four-letter word (even you and even me)


trust-
no one,
not a soul
except those
who birthed you.
(If they haven't
already
betrayed)
The whole world.
The entire universe
for that matter,
is out for one's self.
Even you and,
even me.
Oh, they'll tell you what you want,
if you are pretty enough
wealthy enough
transparent and
needy enough.
Or they'll stomp you
into
the ground,
and crush you out
like a smoke that's spent
if you are none of the above
and they'll make
no apologies for it.
a rosy outlook
is just rose colored lenses
masking true sight
Even you and,
even me
will succumb
to the;
camera tricks,
faucet drips,
porno flicks,
whorehouse tricks,
cops' nightsticks,
and cocaine rips.
And maybe you,
and even me
will make it out-
alive.
scared but alive.
scarred but alive.
and begin again
we will,
just like a billion more-
and two-fold that before,
and-
Even you and
Even me,
will settle up the score.