Tuesday, January 9, 2018

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
outside,
the 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.
.

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