Sinless Society

hello kitty hates the water

i'm the hydra you hailed for having ten thousand tentacles
if whitman becomes a silent spider
can i be the portia that hunts ambiguity in any given sentences
if all clause ends with a pause
and buddha is still unattached
can I be loved once more
can I be heard once more
can I sing for the moon
can I read bukowski
can I watch porn
can I cheat death
can I kill a lizard that
tries to find causality in every human actions
it's easy to become an object of universal derision when you quote something like, "knowing is nothing when uncertainty itself is part of reality," and
betrayal often comes from the closest ones who doesn't allow me for I am
if people still fight gay rights online
and christ's still a subject of our common parlance
can i ask myself tonight
(while looking at some random hideaway cabin across the atlantic ocean)
do i really need to stretch my arms and die for this sinless society infested with fleas and snobberries