After one poetic expedition into a romantic’s lair, I just finished reading another poet’s “thoughts” about walking away from rudeness. Now, mind y’all for those who have been following my pieces of crap, I’ve been trying to walk away from such feelings for many slong years.
You will never know such greenish bile and how the anger is filtered out, including that scent of roses, and has already affected my one liver, nay, my two kidneys are bubbling with seething rage in yellow urine as foams form frothing in my dried mouth from gnashing my teeth at night, causing jaw and teeth pain the follow morning.
Animosity. You will never know these lizard people and how they continue to surround me with their biting hatred. Their alienation and wicked ways hound me into the night and frightfully into the daytime – all the time. They pass through the “gifts” of calmness, never fazed by prayers or wishful thinkings.
That’s why the world is dying. Y’all will see lots more death and destruction on account of your undue influences on my “thoughts” and very existence…
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