Wondrous World

The world is yours.

All yours.

Filled with fantastic things

and boundless freedom.

You can do

all that you please.

Your world is where

people bow to your whims.

The drones serve their queen

without qualms.

Your wondrous world

is beautiful without reality

to tarnish its polished surface.

 

Every time I believe you

to be different,

you perpetually remind me

that the world is yours.

Every piece of crap.

Every bullshit lie.

Every f*****g person.

Belongs. To. YOU.

You always remind me

that I can do nothing.

Oh what sweet and bitter rage

boils up within me!

Beginning in my brain

and dropping down to my legs.

The fire burns,

cascading as it falls

in its scalding shower.

You fail to feel my wrath.

 

I tell you now:

I am NOT your drone.

I am NO f*****g person.

I am NO victim to

be bandered and bullied.

And, one day, I will leave

you in the freezing rain.

Your nasal and clamoring voice

will cry out

as your wondrous world

collapses all around you.

You will be alone

to pick up the scattered shards

of your pathetic and menial life.

Then, your finger will slip

and prick itself on a piece.

The blood will flow and

mix with the pouring rain,

washing into the drain and

into the sea.

Never to be seen again.