om-impotent

I am angry with myself
A youth
A mere boy in the valley of men
A silent majority
A time to realize is upon me
A day to really wake up
To taste my own snow
To work to a higher ideal
I feel my youth, being
A young and spellbound society
A controlled sperm
Nabbed tail first and spaced
Facing the resilient gravestone
Born dead
Left in a body bag
With billions of hopeless murders and pregnant wives
The time of denial passed
I know too much to be allowed to die
Grasping god’s hand I beg