Them
{Given time they'll strike a match
against the flint face of your life.
Make a campfire at your expense
keep themselves toasty and warm.
Steal your sweet chocolate
turn your brain into marshmallow.
With their caustic thoughts.
They'll whittle a stick from your bones
make themselves the perfect s'more.
and watch you starve to death.
They'll fashion a gram cracker raft.
Paddle like hellfire out of camp.
Leave you to your burning de-cay
before you take sweet revenge
and release sweet karma all over them}.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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