The Sock-Monkey As Alone

 a feeling so specific and hopeless  he laughs "At least you're not homeless."  slaughtered like sheep  "you sow what you reap".  Yet it's coercion they use to herd us.

 a rapist and convicted felon  is likely who Satan dwells in  he's given a pass  for being an ass  while Biden is charged with a pardon

  it's forbidden fruit, glad to give a turn a kindness that makes my heart churn a taste that is loved by connoisseur's of composing music none of us have earned

  The madness lacks nearly everything. I listen to the handcuffed angel scream "You could save my life, let me have what's mine". but She's dope sick in my fever dream.

  there's a argument askew both obvious and confused we all think were right and willing to fight without saying anything new