Your electrons fire quick,
before the door closes fast,
say something witty now so
awkwardnesses don’t amass.
You hide your head low now
and your eyes don’t look here.
Look now you coward fester
from what I never got to hear.
Weren’t you a pretty picture
who knew my path here in hell?
Are you not familiar the places
I have come to know as a cell?
I’ve a home that’s not my own,
I have clothes I can say the same,
were not paid for by me at all
but I do not pretend to be so vain.
I’ve felt a thousand daggers dive
deep into my rancid yellow flesh
that hurt me not as much as your
words to me you do not address.
You have such a pretty picture
such a life and so many accolades
but your glamour is rancid now
your persona is a two faced sage.
What wise words travel around
you you feel so unabashed so go
tell of tales you are familiar with
now of the things you don’t know.
For that is what you do duplicity
is a thing that beasts can do not
because the natural world is not
saturated in conflicting thought.
Your mind’s not at rest your soul
will splinter and ache in your own
world where you think is safe now
will return to you as the unknown.
You know nothing of angelic tones
in your gossiping toxic poison lips.
I watch you with your friends and
ponder is your life as such as this?
I know no truth I haven’t told you
for I can not leave you it is unfair
to speak of you in unholy tones of
you when you are not even there.
I trust you not now ever nor ever
will I ever again confide in you to
enter into some peace of mind so
with me go now and be through.