Having failed yet another repair, on the leaking rods
I spit my liquified bowels all over the walls
Retching up toxic filth within
an expectoration of black lumpy phlegm
forms a pebbledash of grotesque sin
Some I recognize, some I can’t figure out
but it’s me, spewing cancer is my distinctive subtlety
carries my mark, the mark of a closet misanthropist
the splattered mucus develops into a mural
speckled with irradiated lies
Etching deep into the walls
a perfect reflection of my gangrenous soul
Instinctively eating the flesh off my hands
takes away the gnawing pain of paranoia
absolving my torments once and for all,
unencumbered at last, I now feel the truth, agony is real.
look at me, look inward at my outward humiliation
Bleeding out, upon his own sick soul
innards burning like hell
The walls turn molten
meltdown complete
By
David Kavanagh
Well! sycophantic misanthropist, verbose agitator of spite
Club footed whore master, couldn’t goose step for his life
Malicious propagandist, spreading hatred in every breath
His wife willing disciple, poisoned their 6 children to death
Demanding patriotic nationalism, big speech carcinogenic
Snickers in vehemence, sardonic grin, genocidal eugenics
Never dirtying his hands, an aryan superstar, not by blood
Master race aspirational, looks into the mirror then shrugs
Doctor of nihilistic supremacy, swearing hypocritical oaths
5 ft 4” gigantic paradigm, inferiority complex, slow growth
Promising victory up to the last, faithful to his fuhrers flag
Cowers from nearby artillery, blasting Swastikas into rags
Hiding amongst his sewer rats, goes insane down a bunker
Mixing morphine with champagne, to alleviate going under
Saved the best cocktail for last, cyanide and bullet casings
Fitting end to crawling malaise, and cockroach infestations.
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One doesn’t spare no one a kind word when hate lives in the heart
Akkina
1/11/21
Introspecting myself in the mirrors reflection of
Never-ending constricting struggle from sunrise to the insomnia at night
The dawn arise and it is still continuing in the silence of the day
Remembering who I am, a caring woman full of life
Often not knowing where I am, I am here in a universe full of
Struggles try to figure how did I get here? A
Puzzle piece that hasn’t yet found its place in my life.
Educated, but feel childlike an inadequate or just a shadow of what I wish to be
Capricious to what I want to do NOW! In which I should be patient
Time will tell in constructing a narrative out of random events.
Is it all about how human beings react , a believer or misanthropist?
Observing myself in life and open my heart to hope
Not allowing anything to stop me in the goals of my life
6/26/2016
Somebody
Stop the world
What have you done to me?
To make me feel
Emotion
Emotion
I was a misanthropist before
A robotic lack of interest
And a hand stuck inside the snare
Wire mouth of a mouse-trap smiling
The racing mind whirling into obscurity
Fine white mist and a filthy ceiling.
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