Oblivious Monk

The sheer audacity of nameless punks
To smite my core with jealous jaunts
To dye my moods with impervious colours
And rue my existence with frivolous flavours...

They rock my foundations to vaudeville acts
To frame my sensations with frivolous pacts
They shade my shame with satirical salves
To polish my character in rhetorical halves.

Of all the burlap salts in the world
Of random twinks prostrating in the cold
Of countercultural, vicodin addicted shrinks
And antiseptic emulsion so jaded it thinks...

My arcane asylums of overzealous fury
My posthuman judge and pre-human jury
My altercating reality packaged in chunks

To my everwatchful hoodlum
and my oblivious monk.