Poison

Question: What do you do when you’re stuck in a space occupied by insecure, gossiping A-Holes and there’s no way out?

Answer: Write a poem about it.

Yeah, I’ve been in these scenarios and what’s worse is when their gossiping about people you know and have to keep your mouth shut under pain of; well, bad things happening. It’s these times when other kinds of scenario run through my mind and I get all Wes Gibson from the movie Wanted. Know what I mean? Yeah I know you do.

It was one such time that made me write this little Ditty. An idea of thoughtless madness typed in a frenzied compulsion and oh boy did I enjoy it.

I hope you do to.

Poison

I find myself bending my mind to find

The reason why

People get metaphorical head kicking’s

Without knowing

By the snakes in their pit, all confident and

Sickeningly conspiring against their next victim

Just a little touch paper

I’d light up their words and listen to them

Burn in the backs of their throats

Chocking on the charred consonants and vowels

That make up their poison

Copyright © JRFC April 2018
Image from Pixabay, modified by JRFC

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