Addiction can be stronger than the will
and it’s as if he wants me addicted
to his society
and their self-righteous ways.
Then I’ll do whatever he wants me to do
just because my addiction to what they call
becomes more important than my own will,
and like a drug addict
that uses any money he can gather to buy
his next hit instead of his next meal,
I’ll go to them with an empty tummy
and demand they put food in my belly.
But it’ll be the food they choose to feed me,
and though something deep inside me
knows what I’m eating is poison,
I’ll eat it anyway,
because though it’s killing me, it feeds
my addiction and allows my addiction
even as I die.