lick up your spittle
magot worm
worthless in the eyes of men
liberation of the crisis
lies of the little
pestulent swarm
loveless to the cries of pain
lids to cover the eyeless
lusty swaths of red
dripping of the warm
salty water from your vein
promises to empty skies
lice chewing your empy head
enhancing your calm
spreading sticky stains
of crunchy plague flies
look at it little man
witness the crime
at what the madness claims
exchanges truth for lies
little creature,
little man,
little devil,
little crime,
little lie,
little evil,
little time
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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good
nice work -
I hate to sound so average, so I apologize for that up front. But this poem... makes me feel so angry. You've done such an eerie, yet excellent job.
This makes me think of that lost boy, wondering through the woods as a shadow, a cast away, after being abused and neglected by his creator. Only not a father... not a mother... just a creator of sorts. I think you've done a fantastic job...
Much Love,
Jessica -
I love the organization of rhyme, very nicely written. A very strong piece of works speaks very loudly. Thanks for sharing.
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