S.T.O.P. [A Spoken Word Piece]

God is dead

Nietzsche said.

I roll off my bed

onto my head

and stop.

stop.


What is life:

No more than strife?

I take the knife

to claim my life

and stop.

stop.


I shut my eyes

to all the lies;

a baby cries

and then she diiiiiies....

Just stop.

STOP.


I hold

the cold

my soul

is sold

I must live BOLD,

can't stop.

stop.


Won't give in,

I must begin

to back the grin

with things within

Non-stop!

Stop...


This sweet cocaine

within my vein

addles my brain

I'm going insane!

Make it stop!

STOP!


I tumble to

the ocean blue

touch ground anew,

and stop.

stop.


The guns, the war:

the country's whore

sells her body for

nothing more

than settling a score,

BUT IT'S ALL BEEN DONE BEFORE!

Come on now, stop!

Stop.


Sickness and suffering

we're selling ourselves

for something so simple

slavery so sweet!


Taking our time

to teach tiny toddlers

to tote all our tyranny

through terror-torn towns,


Only to offer our own obsolete

objective omissions of what is okay

oh, oh, only our own offer their orifices

as ornate object offerings to abstract gods...


We put all our people

in places called "peace,"

pile their penitence

and piss on their profit!


S..

T...

O....

P.....


STOP. THIS. SAVE. ME!