In an octopus of imagination I filed into the room,

searching for that one cross-eyed girl with curled lips

in response to her accusation of the world i choke up
unbelievable stuffy attitude on this privileged one

cancerous erosion on top of her nose tumbles down

ringing slightly the round areas below her eyes
the vibration hits me like a tidal wave i am her frown
and dirtily I caress her in my arms and die

the rewards of impatience shall damn thee

undoing the majesty of art and spirit
those who would conquer and steal of their own
belong in the pit, a product of their drones