Empty Chambers
Stray ghouls are just zombie shrunken heads
being voodoo capitalist misled
Ricochet fishing for the ocean blue,
deep pocket dollars:
The green algae money
buried at the ethical wavy,
graveyard bottom
Hollow days come every pointless, peon payday,
as creditors delight
in debt shopping their widow maker wares
The pillaging, high priestess of bloodsport pleasure
lay many burglar, prey desires bosom bare
Inorganic idols ... phallic-shaped things;
moral mettle melts
at first grove, sacrificial trigger offering
Heated cries coming from
empty vow chambers
Crosshair eyes scope the killing view
Snuff the stitched mouths ...
get paid by the aged, smoking barrel
Follow the lemming violent trail,
collect the stained spent shells
Empty chambers got an earth bed full,
many died in the throes of hate
Envy green hearts using their lead tools,
leaving death marks —
Bullet holes in the picked pocket of fools
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2019
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