If I could remember the admonishments
of the gods,
then stalkings
by the fabulous four,
pestilence, drought, flood, and famine,
not to mention the universal decimator war,
would reduce me to a common denominator
childlike in my passions.
Driven into obsessiveness
yet unrepentant
crowded by my wanton behaviors into
unlikely sins incarnate in their own foolishness
I lurk now
held earth bound
by a likely anger from the gods.
Not being a lyrical human
I coarsely beg, borrow, and steal, from others
to create my whole
while digging my own grave
I do not hear the gods.
Categories:
decimator, addiction, allegory, angst,
Form: Blank verse
United, we stand stall
Divided, we fall
Yet, persistence makes one crawl
Until they become enthralled
By how much corporations maul
The collective corpse of us all
This madness must come to a halt
Feeling lucky, so i drop the salt
Sunrise & sunset
Small fries, yet, heavy-set
The food you wish to get
Will make you lose the bet
Between the strings & the frets
Vibrations fluctuate among the rest
One must eventually leave the nest
To defeat the pest
Solicitor exterminator
Mormon decimator
Immaculate inseminator
Accurate denominator
Of paradoxical discrepancies
That appear comical in the reveries
That always readily remedy
Those who must compose an elegy...
Categories:
decimator, imagination, introspection,
Form: Rhyme