Fed-up with their constant fulminating Using the Constitution as justification for intimidation They parade around with their military assault weapons Warning they also carry concealed handguns They bloviate how they’re ready to kill anyone Who dares challenge their rightwing ideology
So, he began searching his storage closet While sorting through his old belongings Images of those dead children he taught Murdered in his school’s mass shooting Flashed vividly in obsessional imagery
I could hear your demise unravel, from the floor of your brain. Along with icy clusters of forget me not it's blossoms withered They twitch, with the air blue, while it quivers, under banished sunlight.
Glitter sticks on your lip while laughter spills out, like a tangled fern or a grieving dove that sits on your aching groin.
Your leftovers retrieved from the boneyard by the drug induced maiden. The famish'd bitch, her appetite slick with the ointment of pitch. ...
She was beaten into a crumpled pile, he never feared as he approached There was the smell of torturous pain all around, the walls of his realm broached Lost in the wilderness of her mind, where her abuser left her for dead Some how her finder could her the words of abuse in her head
He could hear the words echoing, "slut" and "whore" all around He could feel the giant fist continually pounding her down Treated as a dog, made to crawl on all four Yes, hold on Lil Momma, let me open the door