Delicious Decadence

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Everyone knows it
nobody says it
the delicious
decadence
of
Self-destruction.

Self-destruction
of everything
the planet
in
smoke.

Bulldozers
and rigs
built solely
to rape
the bed.

Politicians know
but gagged
they can’t speak
of
their fatal attraction.

You and me
we rush
towards
our
demise.

The sense
of
alive.

The visceral
feeling
of life.

Through destruction
collapse
and death.

Destruction reminds
of
mortality
our essence
our time.

We know it
but
we dare not speak it
nor even think it.

Keep your chia seeds
your overnight oats
your daily minute
mindfulness
and fitness tracker.

We don’t want it
a mere
feeble plaster
atop
a gushing artery.

Resistance fades
and the
delicious attraction
of decadence
prevails.

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