A Rant To The Feckless

There’s a harpsichord in my heart,
twanging an incessant little tune
like a nasal piano to feed the insane
a laxative pill to flush tortured thought,
as sliced fingers paint blood upon the wall
and the one thought running through my mind:
I wish I was brave enough to lick it all off.

So bring on the acid rain to cleanse the stench,
an unwavering path of broken biological rot,
where I can stamp my footprints in puddles,
a frightening child bearing these spiteful grins
as I smash down into a post traumatic gene pool
of self appointed genius, now men made slush,
where has it brought you now, you pointless fucks?

I wish I could say I was singing in my reign
but the harpsichord got broken in its own misery;
I become a vicious stomp machine without an anthem,
a luscious mix of contorted delight and singular fury,
an erection of hate lusting for a conspicuous copulation,
a pity fuck to satiate the monotone water cooler crowd,
if I break just one chain link, there will be a Kodak moment.

Testing the world with your undisguised rapeface,
emancipation through murder never tasted so good;
a burning pyre of ideals lashed to conventional thought,
the clattering screeching from your rancid tongues,
the contortions of your doughy brutal faces
are like a fucking Frankenstein gangbang in freefall:
I introduce you to the mushroom cloud on the end of my dick.

Author notes

Not sure if this fits the prompt, but...ah well, it's here now.

The title used 'A Rant To The Feckless' is a title I use/have used/will use in my Mystery Title series of contests, but it seemed to fit this piece perfectly, so I decided to use it here too.

The spelling of the word 'reign' in the first line of the third stanza is intentional.

This piece was a flow piece, I decided to just write and let it go, let it out without thinking, so this is the result, it's obviously a rant, but I can honestly say I was writing without thought as such (if that makes any sense), a stream of consciousness I suppose, so it came out pretty fast and it has left even me reaching to try and find out what the hell I am meaning by it (again, if that makes any sense, but it happens to me a lot).

Apologys for the last line, if it offends, nor am I all that sure if it even fits the piece or the direction the piece was heading in, but I will not change that line, because I unabashedley really like it, so you'll all just have to suck it up lol.