Leaping Softly
I can be
so pissed off
that I can scream
like a bra
put on backwards.
Evil exists, even
though politically correct
no-minds say otherwise.
I know it exists.
I feel it slithering
around me like
a sea shell broken
into fragments of
something remembered.
We seem to share
a ****ed up world
of underwear wearing
parrots
bleating like retards
at the channel surfing
drones forever
feeding their
fat faces.
I stand at
exactly the same place
where I was previously lost,
and still
am not able to
identify the
heart-burn that
hops like a frog
inside my
concious being.
Days begin.
Days end.
I continue screaming
in the vain hope
that somewhere some ear
Copyright © Chris G. Vaillancourt | Year Posted 2014
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