KB
I.
Nine lives to live & they’re all fucked
Dreaming of ways to flee as I crave intimacy
Love being alone, though I’m rather poor company
All the time in the world yet spurning divine construct
II.
Possibly my faux modesty & facility for deprecation
Can permeate the great generational gentrification
Of satire & self-expression lacking authenticity
Zeitgeist at capacity for passe misanthropy
III.
Beguiled by the serpent's honeyed hiss
Traded the tree of immortality for iniquity
Wretchedly playing host to bliss monogamous
I took a bite or three, then fell & so rose humanity
