The words are just there
I swear--
Floating out in the air
Waiting to be picked
Thoughtfully placed together so
Perfectly that it becomes a map
For everything bad, cruel, wicked
All I wish for you to stay away from
and to be mindful of there nature
It’s a problem,
that no human can ever resolve
To find the perfect sentence
A string of the words, turn of phrase
That would protect you
and guide you completely
to safety, always in the direction
And you'd fear no longer
Perhaps then, I could write something out
That leads you astray, right into a knife
Or a hurricane, or all the terrors of the world
No, for you, and for me, the words remain
unorganized, misplaced, lose
“I love you,”
Doesn’t stop you from getting cancer
'I hate you,” signifies a worn out emptiness
No, these two phrases have been found long ago
And pieced together, with great ceremony
and meaning was given and lost
Perhaps
it is cloaked in gibberish, what we seek
Eventually I’ll write a whole book of it
I bet you'll open it up and
You’ll cum or blow your own head off
All because the words hae been picked
And so carefully put together
in their clocked meaninglessness
I will have you
and so many others convinced
Convinced in the words, just like now
But not particularly
