The Dominis

by Michaelw1two Such is this thought, of all things thus bought, material things, emotional needs, self-respect; humanity today is wrought, from birth until nature, accident, or incident; sets your soul free from your peonage, your prison, your ragged lifetime begot; by this illusion that you are free… humanity’s imagination, gleaned from ideals on scripted pages, begs from this universe an answer; to the how and why of such deception, and rejection, and inflection, that minimizes the quality and worth of each being; sequesters each special seed, diminishes every opportunity given, to each and every one of US sent into this liars den of touts and thieves; through ideals and thoughts, to this blithe reality tossed, that dreams indeed are nothing else than a cherry less butt… that nasty bugger picked and flicked, into the face of the weakest one at school; such fools believe, ideals behoove all of US, onto the highest and most lofty deeds; reality perceived is myth now lived, for its braggarts, and beggars, and hind end lickers, that for a price precede to succeed, causing honesty and truth to bleed; red to black, upon the flesh of the innocent and the weak, and how these paid touts so smile, at the chaos they willingly wreak; all for a bit of valueless paper… there then is reality flexed, the pungent stool plopped into these touts pursed and puckering lips; gobbled greedily each drop pled bit, as their Dominis takes his daily ****.! Michael Darrell WalkerJohn