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I just received a letter of warning
From the people of PETA no doubt
Informing me they've seen my new picture
I think the chicken must have ratted me out

Well you can rest cause I can assure you
In the picture no poultry was harmed
And the chicken also was taken
From a free range organic natural farm

The letter held all the usual jargon
About lawyers and lawsuits and such
It's not like the chicken was wasted
After filming I had her over for lunch

So let me tell all you people at PETA
Don't get your ******* all up in a ***
Right after my head she laid, I supplied the Preparation H
Then carried her gently to the chopping block
Liars and thieves
full of selfish greed
found the need
to butcher and feed
on every inch of my integrity.
So I repay the fee
with eloquent misery
and conjure poetry
calibrated for the annihilation
of my enemy.
Yet in the end
the truth be told,
the greatest enemy
is me.
© JDMaraccini 2013
 May 2013 Melissa Blair
Chuck
(SAY)
Welcome! Come in. Stay for awhile, friend.
Tell about your wonderful life.
How are the kids and the wife?
I'm glad you are well, friend.
I wish you the best.
Friends to the end.
You always
Pass the
Test.
Pest!
Listen
To yourself.
I hope you die!
Annoying wee elf!
Please, poke out my right eye.
Kids are brats and your wife's fat.
The best days of your life passed by.
Get the Hell out, fiend! Go on! Get! ****!
(THINK)
Beneath the smoke
      If you could hear me breathe
              You'd understand
             Your name perfectly
                      Bleeding through the quiet
        Like it had never been there

And beneath the smoke
      You'd watch me change
               Fornicating with the demons in my head
      Seizuring internally staring at the grass
    Seeing things you couldn't
                    Beyond the thin veil of reality

   To say its okay would be inaccurate
      I've seen how it really is beneath the smoke
        And okay would be inaccurate
I feel myself as no more than less
I hide my scars with ease and finesse
My father tells me I'm nothing but a mess

This is me at my very best

I keep searching for that inner love
If this is it and this is what it does
Let me tell you I've had more than enough

The razors edge I'm living on hurts me to the touch

Childhood memories what a laugh
Inner and outer scars are all I have
Mother tells me I'm good at being bad

*Thank you very much Mom and Dad
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