Politico / (poetry)

Pump me full of what you have to give

Fill every orifice and crack, leaving nothing empty

I am your receptacle

Let your words fall on my face, my ears, my body

I will take it

But let me warn you

Even though I have heard it before,  I will listen still

Even though I listen, I may not believe

I am open, but still you lie

Even my skin can taste your deception

Lest you forget, I have a mind

A mind that works and thinks its own thoughts

It thinks you are white noise

It filters you out and washes you away

Before you can decide I am not worthy

Not deserving of receipt

I won’t remember you tomorrow

Find yourself another carnival

Another place to deposit your filth