quiet pine
So alike but separated—
despise each other yet treat me the same.
One preserves to forsake my circumstance;
the other indulges themselves with their games.
Their fussy, fastidious mouths chatter amidst the uproar
drunk, blurry leadership suffocated in negligence.
Hide-and-seek as they haunt to gash my face;
my self-esteem, they yearn to deface.
Upstanding behavior, yet so afraid—
for their deceivingly virtuous nature to be unveiled.
But fear not, the church choir hailed;
for they can seek refuge into our faith.
Oh why, oh why has the public been misled—
to reject the treatment of the impaired?
Our brains jammed with leucotome,
as they drill our heads into stone.
Care for myself, I am unable—
therefore, in need of their assistance.
If unconstrained my life was—
I'd dispose of their existence.
I'd start with the tongue—
scrape their words of every meaning.
Demolish their unholy sanctimony;
for the devil, I keep it clean.
They would drown in the murky mud,
for they do not deserve a gracious wake.
My pupils dry as the coldest ice;
no remorse for the wicked fakes.
Interment of the lowest devise,
delighted at their immortal slumber.
Will harmony find my number—
as I behold their rightful demise?
zinc tapir
gleaming ermine