Sometimes I *******
Hate poetry
Wait -
No. Enemies don' be
Fooled
I am an addict
A freakin monster, ruled
By the same force
That rules the mind
Of all war masters

Disaster's coming fast
Into this land
So **** the world
And **** the
Hand
That writes this ****

For in the end
It is my fears that guide
Each tiny bit of thought
Each little note and piece
And fraught imagination.

It is not butterflies
That lead the way my dear:

It's chaos.

I
am
here.