A new style

I forget, when I am writing my own rap songs, that it is not 1992 anymore and therefore all rap songs do not start out with the word "yo."

I have been working on a new poem which I feel rather bittersweet about. The style seems a bit more structured than I am used to but the themes are not clear enough for me. Either way I want to share it at this stage and let it fall into place later. Like an unexpected baby, it does not have a name yet...

What if we had grown old in the age of Love for dolls?
Those synthetic embraces.
How I still act out that adolescent lust-
mashing our plastic bodies together.

My furs may be hand-me-downs but,
I am drunk on sex.
It is mostly those lost whom I
want to cradle.

Oh world, I swallowed all of those pills
still I am not any the prettier.
Nor were they hormones to soften my sharpest points.
I am all yours.
You? You didn’t fix anything.

That was the house we grew thin in.
The walls screaming at me, in beige.
The empty days.
My slumber- a complete shield.

How I don’t tend to leave the apartment.
The chiseled face of my own toilet.
You are not in here-
you brought shame with the winter‘s broom.
I am still exhaling your sickness.

That's it, good-day lovahs
Dr. Randologist