You
accuse me of stealing your tongue.
Maybe
I did.
But what if I told you I found it
lying around on the sidewalk?
What would you do then? What would
you say?
Your
tongue, like a tasteless billboard that
encourages
us to buy an even more tasteless product
is
available in large quantities.
No matter how exclusive you think it
is.
But then again all
luxury items
are imitated with slight
modifications.
Nobody bothers to tell
them apart
because quality is
irrelevant nowadays.
You said so
yourself.
You
accuse me of stealing your tongue.
So
what if I did?
But don’t you dare tell
me that these aren’t my flavours.
Your
freedom, your values, your arrogance
don’t tickle
my appetite.
They all
taste artificial
are artificial.
Let
clove cigarettes guide me to god’s penthouse.
I
heard his basement isn’t as bad as they say it is.
Too many people have died from the
crap
you shoved down their throats.
Even the big guy doesn’t want you
rotting
in his basement.
This is the life I want
to savour.
This is the life I chew and shit with pride.
Your tongue
is just one of many
used to
speak about the world.
It is not
the world.
The world doesn’t belong
to you
or anyone else.
No
tongue can ever change that.