The Happy Victim's Creed

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

Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 14, 2026