The specter looms, overarching
a Hieronymus Bosch hell
an oily corpse, leering down
on his kingdom of suffering
He is flanked by two
cherubic gargoyles
forming a ghastly trinity
His black money drawn from deep wells
old death to feed the suffering, dripping
down through the emaciated, dying
The sulfurous stench of his flatulence
is the only atmosphere that descends
burning the eyes of his republic
The further down you go
the more oppressive it is
At the bottom, a seething
brew of endless war
dismembers, rapes and tortures
soldiers and civilians steeped
in his septic trickle down atrocity
The base of his cloud is apocalypse
The top of the cloud is lavish excess
The specter is no devil, he is mortal
dying from the long abuses of his heart
At his death, we will be left
with haunting memories
of his sneering face
Author notes
Sometimes I like to expectorate, anger clings to my spit, so that it does not poison my body and mind.
Please tell me what you think
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Let me guess.
Could this be Darth Cheney?
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Wow, this is a really dark piece I felt. I liked the imagery here. This was a very well described write.
Thanks for your comment
Pozo
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odd but I see the corporate american who hates his boss in this...
Lif is not a dress rehearsal with no rewind...
Definately the next time it rains... go sing there
thank you for the comment!
ps.. your hat makes me laugh
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