The Happy Victim's Creed - Pyrrhon

Clot-brained cogwheel in the sheets

Turns and sweats and makes his lists

Drug-dream-wracked reprobate creeps

Towards the daylight’s tasks in heaps

Pearl-zenithed walking zit

Makes his home where he can fit

Shops around for flavored swill

Earns new ulcers with that shit

What oils lubricate his lust?

What libels lurk in songs he loves?

What lord commodifies his trust?

He don’t know much but he knows this

You take your cut where you can find it

Drinksop spirit drowns the past

He just wanted to do his best

But trying only wore him thin

Fuck off, you didn’t live through any of this

Prideful inmate sworn to stress

Bares his teeth at disrespect

Freedom’s a real pretty word

Take the options you can get

He chants the happy victim’s creed:

Let distraction succor me

And polish all my edges down

‘Til I am smooth and blank as stone

To better fill my given role

Make me what I am

Make me the servant I was born to be