Call It A Day

Inspired by a b***h. I was angry at the time but no more; the words feel hollow to me now.

Do you like cutting grass

and snipping buds off roses?

Do you enjoy the sweet scent

of the bleeding sap

that drowns the hollow dirt

as you laugh it off

and call it a day?

Did you know that you killed

a girl full of life

you pompous, egotistical

wrinkle-weeping b***h

of an old duck, F**K YOU.

Do you categorize a person's sexuality

sort it through labelled files

of cold cases and shrinking daisies

filtered cocaine with a pinch of crazies

as you snort it off

and call it a day?

someday I will curb stomp

your prune-wielding head

into volumous shreds

may the Devil be with you.

Do you snivel at the telltale

death of a day

calling it a day as you spit on the clouds

and you carry yourself

to join the dark where I first met you

accompanied by a spark

which you slaughtered

with the smirk of an imp

your childish words lack

experience and evidence

check your cold cases,

sort through your files

call it a day

but you're already dead

because judgment

lodged the pangit in you.