Bitter B-Itch
Slam your head down,
Drop from the roof top.
Spit your rancid words,
Dissolved with violent splutter.
Watch out! This is space,
Tear your head away.
Swallowed your pale heart,
Torn your pride in two.
Screamed out my hate,
Punched at a primate.
Raged as the insane,
Slowed as the dream spent.
Let the calm begin,
Your lies turned smiles to rage.
I have let you anger me,
Now, I must suffer for you.
Nothing was ever sold,
Violence expressed frustration.
Then I stand as you do,
Sick, poor and desolate.
Copyright © R. Pinchen | Year Posted 2014
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