I Care Not a Fat Hairy Fig
21.
I care not a fat hairy fig
For your task to decimate
And predicate my world
With such villainy and hate.
You evaporate the sunshine.
You bring nigh the distant gloom.
Like a pestiferous browsing parasite
Intent on some impending doom.
Crawl! Crawl away from sight...
I reject all you say and do. Find
Another to parlay your malcontent...
I have no room for you.
The End
22.
Pillowing the plump excess of youth...
I brook no challenge to my crown.
Travelling light with passion's frailties
With no particulars to weigh me down.
Drowsed in sheer ignorance and hubris...
I dismiss the ripeness of your core.
I weave a web of specious countenance
To embrace all you might deplore.
The future be mine to pester and oppress
And make bold I might endeavor...
With a knowledge born of eyes wide shut
To eschew the grave forever.
I will roust the tallest mountains.
I will subdue the deepest sea.
I will mark my spot against any tempest
That dares to hinder me.
I cannot wait until tomorrow
And do all that I have said.
So I slept with knavish expectations
But in the morning woke up dead.
The End
23.
Love is slaked with venom
Strewing mortals in its wake.
Lighting fires of tenebrous desires
As mountains groan and quake.
But the road is freely traveled
Despite the thunder and the rain
And with no previous achievements...
I will seek to love again.
The End
24.
Are you silly? Just a little bit
To mitigate the severity of life.
Do you mock both form and function
To negate some future strife?
Do you laugh when others scowl
And in laughter start to cry?
Do you chuckle as the winds of fate
Cause a well-laid plan to go awry?
Do you temper all misgivings
To stretch the nature of your soul.
Do you frolic with the ferryman
Knowing all must pay his toll?
You now grasp the Human spirit...
Embracing its oddities and quirks.
But if you exist both drab and muted...
You should find some other work.
The End
25.
Freedom is a curious thing
To treat with disrespect.
To grind into a nothingness
And so perish from neglect.
But Nature abhors a vacuum...
So the dregs will have their day.
If I submit to their ambitions...
Freedom slips away.
The End
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Copyright © David Mchattie | Year Posted 2021
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