The Scholar

A Poem by DeadDuck

About my persecutor. lol. Sorry for the lack of punctuation. I am lazy tonight.

Dependable fascism
Responsible corporatism
Soaking up ether and jism

Scholar up on a ladder
Replacing bulbs
With fermented oranges

Finds gold in a moist cave
Leaves it behind
It'll slow the search of his sisters

Geraniums pinned to his ears
A bible on his head
A dictionary in his pants

Just a pawn in a game
Of gestapo networks
And snickering widowers

His blue fingertips
Left prints behind
A frazzled, passionless crime

His lips are locking
To tongues of the dead
So experienced

Facelessly he hunts me
Examining my future
Reminding me of my past

Picking fights in the night
Shipping useless cargo
To forgotten and decimated lands

He looks on his page
Sees my sentiments
Severs his hand