On a Plate

Go, while you still have the will to do —
Go pour your goo on someone new
Now your mind is doing time in its own prison
Feeding on itself ignoring sense and intuition:
A vile, bitter dish, topped with hate served on a plate
Whoever said it was easy out there?
Vile and deceitful you’re wearing your crown
It will just weigh your moth-ridden conciense
Down! Down! Down! Down! Down! Down! Down!