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ABOUT THE POEM: “Perennial” is a stark, unsentimental exploration of desire, addiction, and human survival instincts, emphasizing the transactional nature of lust and intoxicants. The poem presents flesh and meth as universal commodities, consumed anywhere on earth, indifferent to time, place, or circumstance—even extending to extreme scenarios such as apocalypses, zombie attacks, or alien invasions. Demand persists, supply inevitably follows, highlighting the inevitability of human craving. By portraying addiction and indulgence as both biological and profitable, the poem strips away moral pretenses, framing acts often stigmatized as “respectable trades” in economic terms. The repeated imperatives—“Get addicted. Get vulgar. Get cheap. Get full of lust.”—underscore both the compulsive pull of desire and the potential to master it, transforming one from a mere consumer to a “boss.” The imagery of veins, stomach, and godowns blends physiological, economic, and corporeal realities, emphasizing the universality of craving across all strata of life. The poem’s tone is clinical yet visceral, presenting vice, profit, and survival as inseparable forces. “Perennial” confronts the reader with an unflinching truth: desire, addiction, and transactional survival are perennial, unavoidable, and indifferent to morality, circumstance, or human aspiration.

Title — Perennial

Lust and intoxicants-
flesh and meth-
anywhere on earth:
indoors, outdoors,
forest floor or open sea.

Any hour,
any condition-
even apocalypse,
zombies biting,
aliens arriving.

Demand survives location.
Supply follows.
They will be sold.

Get addicted.
Get vulgar.
Get cheap.
Get swollen with lust.

Pump it through veins,
stomach,
secret godowns.

A lifetime chance to profit.
Pure biology-
not heinous crime,
just respectable trade:
drug peddler,
call girl.

Play it right-
you leave the customer role.
You become the boss.

This is the only god
that predates you
and will outlast you.

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