A Pound Of Flesh

A POUND OF FLESH


There is a sickness hiding beneath our view
Living like a parasite in putrid flesh
Inflated by ego not substance
This obnoxious creature desires lethargy


Absurd thoughts and vileness disgust me
Unrefined behavior provokes rage
Attracted by unnecessary obsessions
To soothe its pointless existence


Impudent and childlike
The unworthy beast delights in revulsion
A true degenerate
This irrational fiend leeches away any good


All actions meet a fate
Even the ignorant fear spirits
Wretched lives spent hiding from justice
Will be deflated with Pen & bled by Dagger








You
inspired by: Lynn - Goal - 2012 publication

Your ego encompasses the solar system
The center of the cosmos revolves around you
My existence is overshadowed and unnoticed
The days top story is Y-O-U, always
Humanities hope and anchor during trouble
A vision of Infinite importance
Sweetening the bane until it becomes palatable
My beast of earthly burden
You whose pompous song screams above the crowd
Pushing out the bellows until these wings seek flight
Seeing above the room from birds eye
Was it me who could not live without you
I no longer desire hubris to substance
A resounding call to arms overwhelms
The headline reads: I'm over you