THE APPOINTMENT...

The day was long and tiresome
Amazingly, he managed to make all of his appointments on time
Everything was perfect... going exactly according to schedule, and plan
It was a beautiful summers day too...
But his troubles...nobody really knew, and only a few would truly understand...
Beauty...he thought to himself
Is The Curse, of the Eyes
They guard the Gate-Way into The Sacred Temple...
And this... Wicked Sleeping Beauty
Casting a spell...The Gate-Keepers Fall Asleep
Beauty, fascinates all of the senses caught in the scope of their gullible-gaze
Causing Desires to Rise; Rage...then Submit to its Endless Call
Beauty...Has successfully made wanton slaves of us all...
He sighed...then smiled, with a slight chuckle
Rubbed his hands together, scraping specks of flesh & blood off his knuckle
While inwardly re-viewing episodes of some rough-life struggles
Twisted lips of disgust spit...then spew...Fuck You!
One more look through his day-time Planner
And one last appointment on his Schedule...
He checked his watch, and withdrew a Glock
Then blew his brains-out...with a large-hole clean through...
Nothing left but chunks of organ-goo, gun-smoke & residue
Settling body-gases release...along with his last-rites poo...
Lying in the grass, covered in brain-bits and bloody-clods
Was his Planner, and a check next to his last appointment:
7:30...KILL GOD...