A Different Kind of Worm Food
"A DIFFERENT KIND OF WORM FOOD"
if the word is all I have left,
that explains why it comes so
easily for me. think of my death
while you live because without
the word, I'd be worm food. I
can't help but weep for those
men that're stuck for life.
young foolish men too foolish
to walk away.
young foolish men too drunk with
love to breathe. I can't help but
weep as I too was once that young
fool. as they stand within a
structure, everything that meets
a woman so to will meet that man
and every man after that. the
greatest cliché ever given to a
woman, is that since she is the
one who gives life, she too can
take it away.
the closed-minded see this as an
empowerment for women.
the wise see it for the false
empowerment it gives.
it isn't what lives in you as you
walk this planet, it's what dies
inside as you run the path around
it. as good men fight for their
children, fight for their money,
fight for their insanity, fight to
just avoid the unnecessary
darkness inside new loves, the
life is slowly sucked out of them
like the nicotine inside a cigarette.
but maybe they got this cliché
right.
as a murderer returns to the
scene of the crime, the first act
is
never enough.
By: Chicano Eddie
2-12-2017
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2017
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