no good

i'm no good,
a locust shell rotting on a wooden post,
the molecules i've wasted will feed better forms of life
than i could ever be.
a maximum loss, forsaken to the careless
wanderings of random atoms
reaping decay from despair to build new hopes to fail.
new kings, new fools,
new whores, new sluts,
new anything but me.
always a heartbeat away from god,
resting in his grave of promise
waiting for judgment day
that is always a tomorrow away.
fuck you jesus, messiah
of too little too late,
fester on your cross
like a locust shell in the morning dew.