Red Mockery
Your tongue is useless,
The cyanide is a much better fit sliding down your throat,
Swallowing the guilt comes easy but it's harder to digest,
Your right-hand records the anguish in a suicide note,
While your left hand ties the noose what a tragic incest,
You sever those pesky bonds that hold your arms together,
Exhuming a wellspring of red mockery while your body's devoid of life,
You're just an animated corpse that doesn't walk but slithers,
Avoiding holes in the ground why not pay your tithe,
It's not the contempt on your breath nor the sin you harbor,
But the sacrilege of your actions that desecrate our Father,
May the cigarettes strip your strip and the whiskey drown your liver,
May your hair enter your head and stuff that empty shell.
May your tears fall like acid when you finally beseech the Giver,
And may He grant you a swift plunge into hell.
Copyright © Michael Zavaletta | Year Posted 2016
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