Tender Branson

The strings of society grasp my hands and feet, holding my head up every time I want to look down I am a fucking marionette puppet! A puppet trying to be more than a shell, more than wood, paint, cloth and all the other materials that surround me Possessions posses, possessions posses, possessions posses!The muscles in my heart are weak and the flesh is torn. I've learned from my fellow man and I have started buildingtoward the sky, crushing everything beautiful and fillingthe sky with obstacles. I'm painting this picture I'd like to call myself As soon at the brush touches the canvas I won't be comingback. Like a man who has leaped from the edge of theworld's tallest building, I've crushed myself. The piecesseem to fit as if I had been cut up for this very reason. Crawling from the see and through the sand, I've stood upstraight and now I'm in search of the beauty that my eyesache for.I'm a wolf in search of flesh. A capitalist I'm a man in denial of nihilism In a money motivated world...I'm not motivated The world owes me and I owe the world.Time is the glass panes that we are all running across. We're slowly burning out like the last few puffs of a cigarette. Once loved and desired, we're forced onto the sidewalks,alleys, street corners and thrown away like trash. We touch the lips of many but we're just like the rest. Prepackaged and made of convenience. A new flavor is just in reach of my our finger tips. Time is more fragile than I. Feeling the need to take a shit, this poem, just like allgood things, comes to an end because of my own personaldesire.