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.
I find myself bending my mind to find
The reason why
People get metaphorical head kicking’s
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