I write some vicious little
Poems sometimes
Fully defrosted they
Almost burn
My fingers coming out

They have no
Business being pleasant
Condescending
Easy on the eyes
And no respect of
Fashion
Fame
Or pay

sworn enemies they are
To That vicious fiend
That would have us
Wear the same jumpsuit
And plead obedience
to its ironcode:
(the literary trend)

They have a mind to
lose their temper when in heat
Or  take their clothes off
for everyone to see
And their greatest ambition
Is nothing short of
changing the world
They don´t give a rat´s ***
About descriptions

Of the morning dew
That last a thousand  words

If there´s a war out there
They will run for the guns