17 April 2012
I am a man
I smell quite bad
When I don't wash
They hate the microscopic particles of my odour condensed into matter
lining their nasal passages with contempt expressionless faces hide the seething hatred for what for far I have falling I am free untrapped in their oder less sterile forcified glee raining down like beige misery chocking on the bland mediocrity forced to sing about how they are free trapped in a cage recycling pee convincing them selfs indifference in flavour self delusion the only saviour from a closing vice on their state of mind until theirs no other choice but to embrace mankind
I Am A Human • Opuss № I