I pimped my acquaintances
who sold their speeches for the price of a stone wall
which set off the screens so nicely
I wrote into the night whist simultaneously words were selectively tippex’d
I am offended by my own stupidity
my disillusionment continues like three am bile
woken from sleep, throat burning with acid
they used intellectual freedom as an excuse for aesthetic burglary
became uncomfortable with my tears and told me to let it go
my ideas rated as expendable in the higher goal of stone clad floorspace
in the end, their words and integrity were only virtual
and the reality was easier to ignore
(ironic)
