Great Expectations

God, damn all the Estellas of the world,
who thinks, that Your gift of beauty
is actually a weapon to butcher hearts

Peck, peck the seeds of love (how dare they offer us!)
If I am a pigeon I will not feed from their hands
I will shit on their raised faces of smugness.

and rouse them to Time that will bring wrinkles
and shifts in the centre of the universe to 'not-them'.

God, damn all the Estellas of the world,
Or make me the Estella to them.