Random Reflections

I am Paul

In the depths of my imaginings

The real me lurks

Bidding me do that which I find abhorrent and attractive

Cannibalistic ideas inertly fasting

Suddenly awaken ravenous

Stirred by the passion of the uncensored, the raw, the real

How can I hold back my true self

Why has the cult of puritanism asked that of me

Can I not, animal, feast on the beast culled from the herd

Lounge in the pheromonal mist or

Put my reebok hooves onto the stilled chest of a rival

When did the natural become unnatural

And the sexless become the gods of morality

I am shackled

Consciously happy to be so

Subconsciously enraged

There is a war coming

The Ferdinandian Arch Duke is in the scope of the carnal sniper

And I, dutiful private, march forward reluctantly

While I, blood thirsty infanteer, crave the release of battle

Who will come home?