I’m not here to entertain your hormones
Nor substitute the videos that linger in
your technology to please your standards
of what isn’t truly reality.
You are a peasant dog that
bites into a toy and continues to jerk it in its mouth.
Am I the ball that keeps being thrown by some form of owner?
Which could be desperation or unfocused attention.
If only I weren’t voided with these cursed things called emotions
that quiver onto a brisk cave of destruction.
You want a knowledgeable one but you don’t even possess that trait
You rave in the consumption of lust and
unthoughtful thoughts to the tender
Barbie that seduces that luscious lust pot
Oh so do forgive me for the fortress
that I inject in between me and you
for it is for the best to protect my sanity.
I Am Not Your Entertainer
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