With Sense beneath the ash and Ego under the throne
I sent my Mother to the brothel
to pay for my place in the One Percent.
I put my Mother on a pole;
stripped her of all resources natural
and enslaved her faithful children
to make leisure time coffee for my nameless, faceless lovers
around the globe
who throw spare change at her as she twists and turns
brewing the fuel of their social lives.
I strapped my Mother with explosives and
sent her to detonate on the Holy Land’s Walk of Fame, where
the stars of Moses, Jesus and Muhammad lay cemented…
under the towers of new profits.
But I awoke this morning to see my Lover heartbroken at the whoreific carnage
I , Man, have caused.
Blindfolded by my perception of other men’s perception of me,
I destroyed Her in the hope of cultivating self.
But without Woman there is no Man
and though Mother Nature may be comatose
I received today a new understanding of ancient Divine Revelation:
If Man is to restore the landscape of bliss
Then I must turn to my Lover with kisses, caresses
and caramel soft clutches,
then make ablution under the Holy Water
of Her soft rosy cleft’s dripping moisture
aroused by honest, sincere tongue
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