There are everywhere
hiding in sheep clothing
one minute they sing you praise
and the next they attack
When a person values
themselves above else
they will not let a cruel remark
cut them to the bone;
They know where to hurt
over to the tender part of you
pulping words and judging
with opinionated spurts
they keep you bubbling;
Regain control
walk away from mean people
don't hang on for the sake of
family or friendship;
never give in to their lies
mean, is what mean does
mean, is what mean says
it has to die, if goodness is to survive.
June 22, 2019
Categories:
pulping, analogy, anxiety, integrity, truth,
Form: Free verse
Mall Rats
The naughty teenager stole a bulldozer off a building site.
He drove it to the shopping mall and went on a squashing spree.
His victims ran this way and that to escape.
Some made it, many didn't.
The heavy metal machine did its master's work well.
Pulping flesh, severing limbs, twitching nerves, crushing bodies.
A real fricking blood fest.
It was a wonderful event, thought the drugged up teen.
He drove slowly, picked his targets well and got on with it.
Acrid diesel fumes clouded the air and the revving engine drowned out the desperate shouts.
Screams of mercy went unanswered.
God didn't help on this day.
The wide tracks were slick with blood.
A trail of maimed and mangled corpses told their own story.
The mall was a mile long.
Our dozer killer was only a third of the way along.
His fuel tank was full, his heart evil and his intent total.
This was the day he had lived for.
Slowly squashing hundreds of white meat to death.
And a few mixed races too.
Where's the cops when you need them?
He was the bulldozer killer!
Coming to a mall near you.
Categories:
pulping, death, evil, horror, humor,
Form: Verse
MINI METRO – CHEVROLET MATIZ
Sat in the back of a car – Mini Metro or Chevrolet Matiz –
just waiting for the crash. My crash part of our crash.
Pulping my flesh, tearing skin, crushing bones.
Severing my head as my unbroken left arm twitches –
nerve ending! At my eyes’ last sight.
Mini Metro comes to rest on its side, petrol pools and burns.
Other car gently rocks on broken axle.
All die with perfect, mechanical precision.
Categories:
pulping, bereavement, car, death, health,
Form: Verse