I hate I chase the taste
Then it’s night already
Managing borders, sovereignty
Half intake, half time in waste
Mostly water takes the space
I wish I spent doing what transcends
Instead of being stuck in body admin

At least not taste for chaste
But from bed, to bar, to fridge, to face
We must split ourselves back to body admin

Feel the rumination of sensation
Time spent in validation of this
System of pained hoi-polloi
Painting pictures
Of our own portraits online

But we are the ugly version of the painting
Dorian would cry
I’ll work to buy a pill a day
To hide the face of this Whistlers Mother
Health is wealth they say

Is there a diagnosis or a capsule
To reduce the load of our body admin