Oil

A prompt piece based on the word: Oil

I've always preferred abuse,

Giving, receiving, it made no difference to me.

It was the transgression against nature,

I liked the impact of it.

I know that there are no good deeds,

That life, and the preservation of life, demands sacrifice.

Even when I feed the hungry, the hungry themselves consume.

That's why I drill for oil:

Break down that life to mulch, I far prefer the absurd;

Where holy and unholy are reduced,

Abuse becomes a toothless beast.

But even stripped of meaning and sensation,

Even all of life reduced to mulch,

The pulling of teeth from the mouth of a beast

satisfies me still.