Pussies, peckers and profits
mobilize, energize, incite
and often gratify
the need to acquire
(but never to achieve)
tranquility -
like heroin
of unlimited variety
placating all societies
- though none have a clue
that they’re making do
with less than methadone -
simulating satisfaction
through addiction to recognition
by conquest and acquisition
of genitals
and paper promises.
Pussies? Peckers? Profits?
Why this eternal yearning
for serenity
through the pursuit of substitute drugs
when authentic “heroin”
is
(as abundant as)
love?