Soothe Yourself

If you want it to soothe

take a tube of antiseptic

and shove it up your sensitized asshole

But don't ask me to write kind.

If you want it to feel good

take your hard-on of an assumed intellect

and push it down a gloryhole until your ego cums

But don't ask me to write pretty. 

If you want it to inspire hope

take a kilo of cocaine and hash, and every other narcotic

you need to live your illusion

But don't ask me to write affirmations.

I'm a poet for fuck's sake;

not a babysitter to your fragile faiths.