The Green Shepherd

He breathes.
Air making his blood pump through like a well maintained machine of flesh and bones and liquid and nails and hair and teeth and balls.
A machine made to put up for all the bullshit that this world has got to offer. Wandering through the different melancholic stages of this weird a*s thing called life. Where did the class go to?
Or is he just delirious and mistakes this world for what he thought it would have been in the first place?
 F U C K the world anyway.
yes.
 f**k it.
and everything on it.
You're walking past a mailbox and just can't keep your eyes off that certain object? f**k that thing then.
F**k it all.
 F**k everything.
Is what every one of us thinks and mean to say when talking s**t.
He is just twenty-one.
Already turned cynical.
Writes f*****g poems in third person like a f*****g nerd.
The f**k I care.
I don't.
I'm lying i do care.
But i am too f*****g tired to even go there.
Who knows when I get some real rest I may start giving a s**t again.
Do something of value, something that few will understand.
For now I try to take things easy.
not end up in prison again and still drink whenever I can.
starting to automatically make this words rhyme again.
I hate that.
f*****g poets.
C U N T rats.
no hard, personal feelings though... except my dick, yes.
i am hungry for a pair of lips when entering the void.
want to hear her scream so loud.
Hoping to turn deaf.
some words scratched off the moment.
No idea where this is going.
imagine drilling a hole in the earths surface like those corrupt f*****g oil companies and f**k the world so hard it begs you for more f*****g.
Just f**k and f**k and f**k and f**k.
Until the earth turns dry and you fucked away all the oil.
Then people can fight wars over the next f*****g thing.
Water probably.
Food water and all the s**t they put you up with.
 Countries full of people fighting over s**t.
Religion and s**t.
Don't get me wrong i have faith.
But supporting organized religion is an entirely different cause.
F**k them.
The world doesn't need them.
The animals don't need them and they were doing just f*****g fine before human came along.
Creating infrastructure and other disillusioned bullshit.
Bureaucratic bullshit.
Bills.
Enforced technology methods.
I was born in the wrong time.
Try to make the best of it they say..
but "it" kind of f*****g sucks right now.
Cynical.
At this age.
What the f**k man.
I watch too much tv.
And smoking the green doesn't help camouflaging all the bullshit around neither.
And so he breathes.
breathes and breathes.
with every breath one gasp closer to death.
freedom.