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creatures of instinct
stop to think and you
have already fucked
it up
we are creatures
of instinct
relying on thoughts
is like watching a cat
try to solve a crossword
puzzle
now, i do believe you
can possibly enhance
your instincts with
thoughts
but it has to be in
a reactionary sense
life is this game where
every second is either
wasted or used
how it is used often
determines success
or failure,
of course, that all depends
on the lens it is being viewed
upon
too many bend to the whims
of the powers that be,
i have no problems being
the ship mistakenly thought
to be lost at sea
the end of the rainbow
never trust a man
wearing superhero
underwear in his
forties
never trust a woman
in high heels with legs
that seem to go on forever
only the brave souls ever
get to the end of that rainbow
there is a con man behind
every screen name
and that woman sending
you naked pictures has many
mouths to feed in his african
home
life is this silly game of who
gets the most toys
and who pisses away an endless
fortune of talent in the name of
a beautiful woman’s pussy
i’m not afraid to die alone
just think it would be a little
more fun with some other
tragic soul by my side
just not interested in trying to
convince someone i’m worth
it anymore
break your soul
you were around the age
of fifteen when you first
realized you needed a
black woman to break
your soul
you have asked plenty
over the years but no
one was the right
woman for the job
you are old enough now
to know hope is some
hooker on third that
has seen better days
your money is all tied
up and not the way you
always hoped to be
there will always be the
dream that pam grier
will walk in one day
and know exactly
what to do
maybe when the pandemic
ends and the itch becomes
so fucking needed to be
scratched
you’ll get lucky and
find a willing angel
one that actually
understands and
sees what little
benefit she might
actually get out
of it as well
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is stuck in the suburbs, plotting his escape. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Synchronized Chaos, Horror Sleaze Trash, Cajun Mutt Press, The Beatnik Cowboy, and Jellyfish Whispers. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, Evil Delights.