maynardhatesme
something about the way your teeth cracked
told me that you welcomed the contact
my open palm, your jaw
they folded like they had been waiting for
this opportunity to be knocked loose from
your flapping mandibles,
mad goose-like flapping mandibles,
sorry, worthless, ever-flowing bilge cannon.
charging with the sling of accusations.
there will be a revolution tonight and you
will not be participating for the worlds saddest reasons.
you are not now, and never will be a player
in this graveyard dance, this recognition of an event
we pine to witness, shaking like caffeinated clowns.
a better smile, softer tone, and crooked neck
will suffice as a buy-in - but not for you,
because somebody will always have to go without.
I admit that I am dirty
dirty like the trash in the gutter you never
stop to pick up
it has something t do with the nature of man
or something philosophical,
but it goes deeper than that, my dirtiness.
i go places even lepers won't, making the worst of
every situation because i am the situation.