Bordello
I have many ways with her:
drunken stupors
and wrist-cutting jitters,
ecstasy pills and decadent trills,
all for the sake of
experience.
Smother me, please,
in your music and piss,
chain my nipples in chains,
and feed me to a dozen African lions.
Violated, ravished, and raped
she lays on the bathroom floor,
laughing derisively and cursing at me,
wishing me dead, smearing her lipstick
and make-up all over her beautiful face.
I just stare, then turn
and walk slowly away,
heading to my next level of hell,
forgetting that I have always
loved her.
Exults of the crowd in a stupefied frenzy,
as I step into center of the spotlit ring.
"Fuck them all!” the audience screams.
“Fuck them all hard!”
Well, then, surely this ringmaster
will make an allowance --
Crack of a whip!
And we spill blood everywhere,
yet no one is ever planning on dying.
There are so many ways
to go crazy here,
you’d be crazy not to.
So easy to get entertained,
yet so deep I must cut you to feel it.
Have applause tele-prompt,
give us more thirst
for more sex and more money.
Roman games have fully commenced.
And I am cracking the whip now.
All is under control
while the booze sells well,
there is no need for your hope,
pity, or petty desires.
Place your bets, please,
and get in line to be schooled:
Scream when you burn.
Take a bet on it all.
Never trust in her game.
Better learn to play on your own.
For you friends are at best
your opponents
you have befriended.
What’s there to do --
there is no escape here.
Steal, burn and kill
as much as you can.
Not to worry,
all around are your adoring fans,
if you make a clean get away,
they will applaud you.
If you don’t,
they are already
wishing you dead,
and the tickets are sold,
and the fun event of your
guillotined end
is awaiting.
We have all gathered here,
ready to play as we are born,
So thank your own make-believe Gods,
You have rightly deserved this.
And the bleeding
and the scream of your soul,
trust me, I say,
will play out
as a beautiful song.
So buy it low,
sell it high,
rape, ravish
and burn it all.
For nothing ever
lasts very long.
And we all die… well,
fucking alone.
Not to worry,
Jesus Christ
won’t come to save you.
Gore and blood everywhere,
Money reeks of rough sex
and perfumed breasts…
And a memory suddenly
cuts deep through my heart --
that I always did love her.
Exulting cries and applause
to a cracking whip,
dozens of lions
leaping through hoops,
and I, I stand alone
in the spotlight…
What a damn shame…
And some innocent infant
sacrificed for a finale.
Oh, my dear,
as I had my way with you…
and tired.
Violated, ravished,
and raped --
you are still an object
of my perverse desire.
Jerk me off for a little more…
while I play
with my crucifix syringe,
injecting it
into my abused vain…
and accept my wish of dying.