Exhibitionism

Population explosion
After I have fucked everyone
Scaling skin and mounting rigidity

The power of emotion
A done deal
This is perhaps the breaking of an ancient seal

And I can have no regrets about who heard
I can have no regrets about my my words
I can afford to have none when sentimentality's thinking of time is disturbed

Plurality is consistently
Tied to the pattern
Or lack thereof
To which I bow
When in clamor
To be enamored
With the vanishing point
Of the words
Of the subtly absurd

But I can have no regrets while you are bathed
I can have no regrets bout the lives I've saved

And I can have no regrets toying with repose
I can have no regrets when the very nature of my life, existence, energy, drive and desire's exposed

Audacity's erosion
Imploding the fun
From this space
Oh, what else could have been done

Teaching a lesson
About exhibitionism
Public masturbation
And what is destined to come

Perhaps you can all see why I do what I do
Psychic population explosion of my view
Keep art accessible also questionable
Keep it accountable, open it up to all
Lest we fall
This is no game you may recall
So pardon the pun, but I hope you realize that you have the balls!