every man to marilyn.
every woman to marilyn.
there are some forces we cannot control,
a hammer to knee,
a developed knoll.
somepassions they say,
drive us insane,
through drugs and sex and capital gain.
“Get out while you can..”,
“we can settle down..”
the issue is that it’s not chosen crown.
Your soul fires out cries of direction,
through pain, you’ll discover:
without your discretion.
The few to suppress and deny the cry,
can live vanilla,
possibly live to die.
I do not choose to cry hysterics,
I do not choose to feel esoteric.
I do not choose 2 minute-euphoric,