World's balance

I like to read my poems
That makes them alive
Alive like worms and bugs
Eating a rotting corpse
In a grave of intellectuality
Temple of blasphemy
Monument of disgust
Gold for the dead
While the rest of us
Goes around
Barely noticing me
And I often wear black
My soul remains in peace
My body is in despair
Things are all right
The world is in balance