What's this I'm hearing?
An excretion of unjust noise?
Are you trying to
Bring down the love of my boys?
Because it's not going to happen.
No matter how much you defame
Me, I can always fall back on my
Good looks, my charm, and then my name.
I'm going to kick you down, until
Your face falls off and your shoulder
Dislodges, until people stop caring
When the burning buzz gets colder.
No one even loves you, not like
They love me. You're a nothing,
A figureless wretch, too modestly
Clothed. And if there's anything
You do win, it won't amount to much.
Restitution might sell away your frown,
But soon the news will fade away to
The place where I've kicked your holy lives down.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Corner
ŞiirThis is a collection of poems that I have written that range from light and bubbly, to highly disturbing. Please vote if you like them and comment if you have any questions, although I may refrain from answering.
