Do You Know What I Know?

refined-in-flames Poems

Dew drops sit patiently on the earth My thoughts race, incomplete without a story line. What’s the difference between an animal and a man, you ask? Men can carry guns The revolution falls short as the much anticipated Apocalypse begins Zombies moan and groan as their limbs creak with their shuffling art. They say zombies are the living dead Why, you ask? They’re dead on the inside. Like Davy Jones, they’ve ripped their hearts out and hid them away from the world. I’ve met a zombie or few. They inject sunburnt life into their veins; They inhale the emotions they can’t convey I see right through their drug induced façade. Life can’t be bought because the government can’t even afford it. Kudos to China for figuring that out A joke tumbles from the lips of the self-righteous An apology pours from the mouth of the condemned A question slides from the tongue of the forgetful Remember me? I jumped because the Hermes of death seeped into my mind Go down in flames or fall for a thousand Arabian nights Calm before the storm chosen over Panic during the tornado. Take the credit, you ******** and we’ll take your lives. Congratulations, Westboro Baptists are humming dirges at your last bed You’ll be missed. Now what, you ask? Come on home, boys, I’ve got a country to please