human hunting

they say boys hunt pleasure
and that's the recipe
to this merry-go-round

well, maybe I've gone mad lately
or maybe I don't
cook outta the books

who are these men
calling themselves scientists

the hands that hold
rifles against their women
in the name of
their own lust

and then please

explain to me
how the carousel can keep going
with me putting sticks
in its wheels

there is not enough sugar
to cover up
biological bullshit

maybe I'm a boy then

falling in love

every third night or so
with a sharp as hell

spear in my hands