King of the DS

King of the DS

You once told me you didn’t like piercings.

You once told me you didn’t like tattoos.

And that you didn’t like painted hair and nails.

You once told me I shouldn’t wear makeup even for myself.

 

You once accused me of having double standards,

but what the fuck happened there?

 

Dear King of the DS,

I should kick your ass.

 

Tell me the difference,

That she brought to break that which you once told me.

Tell me, please.

I’m all out of analyses.

 

You’re the one that’s tattooed.

And her gauges are larger than mine.

Her face is caked in a nice thick layer…

Who the fuck is this new little faker?

 

She made it to your profile picture,

A hell of a lot more than you did for me.

Even when I asked you,

There were double standards instead to work through.

 

Fuck you,

Dearest King of the DS.

 

Flaunting double standards as if they’re a show.

You’re gonna get caught one day,

And I’m gonna laugh as I turn to go.

 

No more accusations there will be on that day,

As your harem of whores dissipates.

And I’ll be glad I don’t have a part when that all goes askew.

Boy, that will really suck for you.

 

And all thanks to your fucking double standards,

King of the DS.

Grasping three months I’d like to repossess.

 

Speak of the devil,

It’s as if as soon as I speak your name,

Speak of the devil,

Another message came.

 

It doesn’t matter if I don’t answer,

Despite the response I’d like to send.

There’s still your blinking message there.

You’d think it would know that I don’t care.

 

It used to be okay when you never answered me.

So why’s not okay now when I do the same damn thing?

 

Dear King of the Double Standard,

of the DS.

You sure are the fucking king.

And a least now you’ve got your whore of a queen.

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Enzymes 1 Through 3

Enzymes 1 Through 3

Alcohol dehydrogenase

you hide your face.

Acetaldehyde

alcoholism comes from the inside.

Acetaldehyde dehydrogenase

with a whole life to deface.

Glutathione

but this is your last one.

 

Enzyme number one

and the cap comes undone.

Enzyme number two

your blood becomes an alcoholic stew.

The result argues to me,   that

it was fresh-brewed you see.

Enzyme number three, supplied in short

and you’re passed out on the floor.

 

Alcohol dehydrogenase

to breakdown drink once you’ve had your taste.

Acetaldehyde

toxic ethanol still to be modified.

Acetaldehyde dehydrogenase

are attracted in a haste.

Gutathione

to assist number three in this last reaction phase.

 

Enzyme number one

and again you have to do a grocery run.

Enzyme number two

with bottles hidden under pillows just for you.

The result can hardly see,   that

addiction gets quite weighty,   when

Enzyme number three, supplied in short

has you passed out on the floor.

Rewrite.

Rewrite.

Rewrite Rewrite Rewrite

and still the author isn’t happy with his final work.

Rewrite and Rewrite and Rewrite

and still there seems to be that one line to revise…

Rewrite and Rewrite –

and sleep on it for a night.

Rewrite and Rewrite

a few “final” words to replace.

Rewrite and Rewrite

and now you’re hitting a wall with much less than grace.

Rewrite and Rewrite

and rearmed with a pen.

Rewrite and Rewrite

published work he wishes to reprimand.