rotten thoughts on nothing

 
the dark rage with a bitter ache
what an ugly thing that jumped up inside it
with denial of feeling what a brutal beast
 
corrupt from the inside out leering at what is beautiful
with no finesse just crass broken speach
it has no defining moment its anger reeks
an insensitive monster filling space
 
it's lungs expel excrement for this it's praised
needy little thing with an intellect that's empty of imagination
anyone can wound you fucking baffoon
 
wound up on what  
your mouth opens up and blows puss
evil evolution your spincter makes more sense when you pass gas
 
with no reason for being you ooze
we all smell you wjen you enter the room
devoid of thought you just spout your putrid drivel  
put it on display and call it art
 
your angry rendetions has me suspcious of your motives against me
not knowing you and not wanting to
stay out of my space