We are all junkies one way or another
Addicted to our job
Wasted to our wife
Altered into a subservient existence
The blood of the docile man
Sleeps in a red river of pain
For we are nothing more than
Junkies to the steel needle of perception
The system that’s hides in denial of old skin
Waiting for that rush
That will free us into
Tomorrows lost dream
The elapsed addition of love
The persecution of adulation
For it may be holes in the casing
Of a soft tissue submission
Or white snowflakes
The powder of proclivity
Perhaps a drink at a local pub
Or a big leg whore on a Friday night
Whatever it may be
We are all addicted
Addicted like dead bodies into the earth
Addicted like a 2.am vibrator
Into a moist vagina
Addicted to pussy and cock
And sexual persecution
And daddy’s wayward hand of manipulation
Addicted like fly’s to shit
Addicted to a finger in somebody’s ass
Perverted extroverted
Incompetent fools is we
Following each other
Into the gas chamber of death
As deceitful adoration speaks to us
In a soft voice of lies
And yes
You can beat your ass
We are all
Addicted..
- Ken Riccio original poems ©
