Their usual wanton fare
in brine spittle and laced tongues
to minimise those which they want to prey
transferring their cancerous breathes in pincers
light fingered light brains murky in misdeeds galore
the minimisers puppeteers playing Svengalis incarnate
disdained guttersnipes declared rots as personality changers
the hyperbole of dismantling a mind by the dismantled minds
degraded moral insolvents frenzying to degrade an unstained
the putrid visitations of mindless swindlers and brazen liars
trenched thugs and rabid cowards imprisoned in piracy
slave traders ghosts in living hosts baying in hunger
in a year of Sundays miscreants will forever fail
never will professed fodders blight my mind
nor will I cave to back street wasters
or ants in jealous and envious ills
I see you lack grace and skills
unworthy to be humans
I am that which you
so can never be
am that one
you fear
hence
what
you
do