February 18, 2012

You are an undulating vermin
with no spine and no soul
and you are always tired
and hungry

You speak when asked not to
your spit flies in flecks
and berates your latest victims
who are anything but helpless

Though none have the heart –
or the lack of it –
to crush such a vermin

If only you knew the words
the world has written for you,
left to be unsent in any number
of Gmail ‘Drafts’ Folders.

You would be crushed all the same.

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