Thursday, June 11, 2015

Writer's Block






















they rise up,
like diamonds in a
dream,
begging to be taken,
waiting to be used,
screaming for recognition,
then poof,
they are gone;
never to return;
it’s always something;
time to eat,
music’s too loud,
football on television,
stomach hurts,
leg hurts,
too tired,
the dog needs to go out,
groceries need to
be shopped for,
it’s always something,
but;
they’re really not interested
in your excuses;
cold little monsters,
killers on steroids,
no compassion,
no mercy,
ice water running
through their veins,
scumbags,
rapists,
torturers of animals,
mass murderers,
calculated doses of
instant poison;
they deserve
everything they get;
it’s easier this way,
nobody to blame,
nobody to pin
the rap on,
nobody to take the fall,
no one pointing fingers;
no one getting any
credit;
one of these days,
I’m going to set up an ambush,
lie in wait,
as they pop out
from their greasy little
hiding places,
then, BAM! BAM! BAM!
got ya,
you little assholes,
you greedy, stinking whores,
no more havoc for you,
no more of your pathetic
shenanigans,
no more sticking it
in my face,
no more carrots
on a stick;
yeah that’s what I’m
going to do;
just as soon as this movie
is over.
.

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