Tortured

They sat him down
In a chair
In a large office
With a gorgeous window
With a fabulous view
And they sent in
One
Only one
That sole representative
Took from their briefcase
A roll of red tape
Flimsy looking
Transparent in places
Red tape
Legally strengthened
With barbs
Then the representative
Beat him
Viscously
With the red tape
And his vision fell
Sliced and compromised
Gasping for breath
Exhausted
Thrashed
Neutralised
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Ereyitomi Avatar
December 6, 2017 at 6:53 PM
Images of tortured well expressed ....and his face fell...I love it
Gauthier Avatar
December 4, 2017 at 9:05 PM
It happens every day! Well done, Scott - turned cruelty into an art form. Great poem.
Salehi Avatar
April 4, 2016 at 1:41 PM
It is so real, it's scary...
Pinet Avatar
February 19, 2016 at 9:55 AM
You have painted a picture with words that educate, entertain and captivate the reader. The conscious mind extends itself beyond our expected norms and we enter a world composed of reality defused with imagination. Well done! Emile.
A   Avatar
December 30, 2015 at 4:01 PM
To you my Scott, one of my top favorite poets.... Thank you for everything...Happy New Year ~LINDA~
Dietrich Avatar
December 29, 2015 at 6:10 PM
Hey, Scott. Dropping by to wish you a happy new year in case I don't see you by Friday!!
Andresen Avatar
December 17, 2015 at 4:43 AM
- Scott, I just want to say hello and ...... wish you a lovely Christmas with family and friends - hugs from Norway // Anne-Lise :)
Andresen Avatar
December 5, 2015 at 6:16 AM
- Skillfully and powerful written, Scott! - Hugs and happy weekend // Anne-Lise :)
Lindley Avatar
December 3, 2015 at 10:04 AM
Ah, remember years ago when I dealt with tons of red tape, I knew it was a vicious torturing beast from hell even back then. Once I stopped having to deal with red tape-the skies opened back up! A7
Dietrich Avatar
December 1, 2015 at 3:20 PM
gosh, so weird what you told me about all the things with burns lately!! that is one thing I fear the most, is to die by burns. I am deathly afraid of fire and I can't even light a match. Just striking one , I drop it by instinct!!
Dietrich Avatar
November 30, 2015 at 3:53 PM
my goodness, what a clever idea, Scott!!
Lamoureux Avatar
November 24, 2015 at 9:27 AM
Brutal and very effective write Scott.
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