Temptations

I just got my hair cut

and I swear sluts stare but-

I don’t care cuz

there’s no such thing as there love

if there was

it be something I was scared of

to rare to be prepared for

like terrorists in airports

but there’s more

to it than useless bullshit

for instance

my music induces the senses

this pensive friendship with my pen is

the only invented that hasn’t ended

maybe I’m too comprehensive

soldiers sing my songs in trenches

thats just one of the consequences

when what your writing happens to be non-pretentious

and to be honest all this constant senseless conflict tenses  my senses immensely

leaving me feeling empty

and suicide is tempting