The War on Hugs (part 2 of 2) [offensive]

By Luke Labern

Fucking arguments. Domestic hell
Casts its shadow through time, imprinted
On the psyche. Need some release: that smell...
Of psychedelic relief: to see the world through tinted
Eyes, where parents' screams fade to black.
Remember childhood? Long grass and laughter:
Procure the controversy; you can have it back!
Crooked laws, decrepit fools, with not an after
Thought between them, let killers run free.
Bag, tag and punish me, for smoking: see,
Where would we be without youth? Tree
Cut down; Amazon rape -- but you see fit to punish me?

Fuckers. Grab perspective while you can,
Your "untimely" death, will undo this ban.
War on drugs -- you offend justice
With your declaration of hate, towards such bliss --
Moronic souls, when was the last time
You reached out, solved your marriage posing as a mime --
Touched your wife, took your clothes off, let passion fly?
Not in a long time -- just like I thought -- letting life pass you by.

Fuck her! Make love, let go, forget your anger.
Make love, kiss her, don't avoid it: bang her.
She wants it too, she thinks you're cold:
Will you prove her wrong, or succumb to being old?
When underwear flies, light up that spliff--
Relax, undress, have sex to your favourite riff.
It's not illegal to be in love, nor is it wrong --
That's why orgasmic rhythm match that song.
Having fun? I'm glad; now on the same
Level, you can laugh, love; not hate and blame
Drugs for all the worlds' ills,
'Cause to me they cause more thrills.

Fuck death, why should I not run
And jump, and laugh, and cry;
Explore my mind, enjoy the sun--
Why should you spend time on me, to spy?
Get a life worth preserving--
If I put effort in to create
This verse, why should you spend time conserving
Your energy, releasing only the hate?
So when you see the pills, the weed, the booze
And copious sex: casually book yourself a cruise,
Get away from me, and spend your wealth --
I don't waste mine, so don't throw your health
Into doom, by being celebate! Why wait
To marry? Your god's invisible: your breeding mate
Is naked there; body akin to perfection!
You chose carefully, made the right selection --
Do you really want to not use your erection?
Get in: who knows if you'll make it to the next election.

A Poem,
Published 30 January 2012



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