I

Want

To

Unexist

I know it's a cliche start

But it's true

People constantly drag me down

Constantly dig their hungry claws into

my strong stomach

my hopeful eyes

my open heart

Blood-lust gleams in their beady eyes

but doesn't reflect into mine

but sometimes I wish it did

But we can't all have what we wish, can we?

If I had my wish

I

Wouldn't

Exist

Or

I would be a beast

Like them

Wandering, deadly, hungry

“Wow, after a month, my Christmas tree is nothing but a pile of dead pine needles, but yours is as green as an grass field in Ireland. What kind of fertilizer do you use to keep it alive?” She asked.

“Nothing special.” I answered as I bumped the cabinet door closed, sealing the bloody knife within.

(otherwise titled psalm to

Amelie Beth by Matthew Scott,

his genuine, gluten free and non GMO

poetic non fake appreciative guise.)

Ah, thee availed me reason to craft

a poem with rhyme or reason,

when I beheld unexpected email

exemplifying Christmas season

triptych most handily drawn pictures

by southpaw sister to think

on the other hand (right),

would be synonymous

with brother commiting treason...

Tempting as such crime

to oust Trump doth appeal

worst case scenario... an utter

nightmare should commonweal

constituting United States of America...

blatantly, doggedly, ferociously...

crushing democracy fragile ethereal

frenziedly, maniacally, and unceremoniously

grinding into powder art of the deal

compliments those doughy

two hundred forty three pounds

with squishy feel

bearing full force upon

every square inch of each heal

commanding, forcing, and torturing

every American get down

on knees and kneal until

they simultaneously beg

for mercy with ear splitting squeal.

The ruthless "Fake" tyrant

cackles, gurgles, issues glee

as he doth reveal

his starkly totalitarian, ultimately

vindictive, wickedly surreal

punishment to every man, woman and child for

not winning 2020 election yule

suffer where high crimes

and misdemeanors during

farcical impeachment trial miniscule

compared to reign of terror

he will violently unleash

rip pull sieve tides

substituting himself as top dog

thus, he forcefully usurps

permanent dictatorial rule...

Other than the above dystopian fear

your brother eagerly

awaits the new year

maybe joining activist group

(maximizing) plank - scare

ring up said apocalyptic near

possibility, cuz Trump equals

sore loser (methinks that an understatement)

nonetheless, what I write might

seem far fetched hear say (grim heresy),

yet... look no further,

he doth plainly appear

as anti-semitic, bombastic, cataleptic,

demonic, egocentric,

graphic, horrific, misogynistic...

HAPPY NEW YEAR!