A Means to an End

I think I'm crashing.
This must be sympathy, at best.
And so I'll take it for all I can,
For this must be sympathy at it's best.

Fuck the ignorant. And fuck prejudice -
All a means to an end...
Be yellow, and be green.
For they are sympathy.
Be fellow, and be greed.
And by all means, be deceit.
Be just, and be lust.
Be noun and renown.
Be humble, and astound.
Be sick. Be thick.
Be regret and silhouette.
Nevertheless, manipulate.
And please, forget

I stumble over my words,
Only wishing to be impaled
By my upward-destined sword.

I'm slydexic.