Going Down... Poem by GRANT FRASER

I can't help it if
I look at you like that,

I can't help the thing
struggling away inside
me,

I can't help it if
the world is up to it's
neck in filth and lies,

I'd rather just join
the club, rub shoulders
with the so called elite,

what kind of feat?

just feet,
and plenty of steps...

I would truly follow
if I didn't think already,
that most of you must be hollow,

or in need of the right filling,

a sweet one, delicious and curvaceous,

they say, that all our faces
are pretty unique and different
down there,

here, let me bury my face,

the great human rewards
of so much beauty,

is the actual urge we
all have, to go down,

and truly drown in it...