(20 minute poetry)

I am not on the short list and now
I lust for what I've missed
and boy am I really ******
off.

I see the colour if reality is red and
like the rag to the bull
I'd like to pull that list apart.

But my realism is pacifism
I have foresworn the tearing of limbs and the breaking of heads, steadfast in this conviction I'd still like to **** them and that's a contradiction in terms.

Okay
So they passed me by on the list, I
don't know why,
I should be the certainty for the first prize and universally applause would surely follow.

Well **** them tomorrow I'll go all inverted get me converted to a new type of..
...can one of you borrow me a pen?
I must have this in writing,
Oh yes,
Mother says biting my tongue and holding my breath is better the devil than scribing my own death certificate.

I bet the list is a fix,
see who ***** who and who's in the mix,
I picks my own friends,
**** it