Self

6 June 2016

Selflove, selfhate, selfwhatever
I am a professional selfhater
I do, every day, my regulation 24 hours
And some more, for my own pleasures
Every day, a little more, without fail.

Selflove, selfhate, what does it fucking matter
I am a professional selfhater
Every morning, every evening
Every afternoon, and from nine to noon
It’s my life, my death perhaps, it’s my very own tale.

In the association of professional selfhaters
Selflove, selfhate, all together, all betters
All infinite shades of black and white
Shining down; a rainbow of moonlight
Every day, every night, every one, every all.

Until one day perhaps — it’s the dream — none at all.