The little itches in my brain
Could no longer hold on to
But, I see future, calculating
Whether to rise now or later
Last time I messed up, fell
This time to seize the chance
So as to never slip or trip
To change my pace and stance
Survive the waves that hit

I will let you know as I'm ready
My dear, I said, when I'm ready
Stop stalking this beast in me
It hurts, barks or roars sometime
It even eats the flesh straight
And never returns your heart
So stay away, I'll let you know
When it calms down, as I tame it

A dragon spits a flame
Out flies your name
It Alone brings shame
You've Failed again at its game
The beast, hard to tame
Sees you all as one in the same
Legs limp and your grip lame
In distress, dearest dame
One Strike, it never misses it aim.

2:07 am . Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Of course the pig squeals.
Yes, monsters make appeals,
pleading for humanity
whenever they feel
threaten by the lesser degrees
of the insanity
that they instigated
in our society.

However, my sympathy
is less engaged
for those who lie,
displaying false outrage
while the bombs that are made
our directed by them
to blow up innocent men
women, and children.

I long to be a good person,
but how much does my
saintly status cost?
Does it cross
some sick line
when I find
that I harbor patience
and mercy in my mind
for the vicious kind
who have slaughtered
thousands,
and impoverished
millions more?