Repaying My Debt to Marquis de Sade and Charles Baudelaire

The same words written,

The same lovers smitten

The same cigarettes smoked

The same evenings, doped

The same music being played

The same shitty words being said

The same roof, the same walls

The same streets and movie-halls

The same poor, the same rich

The same dog, the same bitch

The same joy and the same pain

The same loss and the same gain

The same old-fart sun rising up

The same cheap coffee in the same cup

The same raindrops from the same clouds

The same hazy faces from the same crowds

The same nights with the same dreams

The same fears and the same screams

The same Judges and the same rules

The same assholes, the same fools

The same audience, the same game

The same guilt and the same shame

The same flesh with the same desire

The same ashes from the same fire

I feel so screwed-up in this whirlpool

I feel like a maniac, I lose my cool

This sameness – it’s like a mystic maze

Like a shroud I want to set ablaze

I need some gasoline, I need some fuel

Now come on ennui, fight me a duel !

I’ll take your life and I’ll rape your wife

And I’ll stab your children with my cold steely knife

You’ve tortured me for long – now it’s payback time

I hear your death-bells, oh how sweetly they chime !

Now fight me like a man, I’m ready with my sword

For I’m Barbaric, I’m Mystical and I’m Bored……..