manipulate, masturbate,
you need another hand.
man wants another woman,
woman needs a better man.
never happy, not content,
you steal your neighbor's wife.
trade your morals for desire,
at the cost of another's life.
and the sound of the heart
shakes the ground.
hunger burns, the sea churns,
and babies drown.
you pray to God,
but your prayers fall amid the furor.
in the temple of the self
bowing down to the mirror!
Eric Cockrell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/temple-of-the-self-4/
