broken

A Poem by Justaman

DO you know what it feels like to be a chain link.1

Broken like it was soaked in quail meat and poison-ink.2

To fail so deep-ly and so quick-ly that success
becomes the weakling, and the weak-link turns to
failure, so surely so; that its mandurely granduer
and bleakly conceiting.3

If we were all only manner,

maybe we could discreatly and cleanly make a
clamour of a hammer with a intellectual scientific
like banner,a scandal like bruce banner smashin the
canvas of the multiverse; makin the tanner dirt
blacker.4

To think' that its even a possibility' to seek the

impossibility to break the weak thing' thats inside of
us all, make concrete the wall street thats inside of
youre heart rink, so that if it breaks, its descrete;
silent like a plank that sinked in a pot hole full of
black beads.5

Im in that moment where i cant quite think

of anything, there's no emotion, but the only con of having none, is that the motion gets peeling in the finger tips and they start to become impotent with only some feeling.6

But theres no point in pointlessness or whaling, im not a free whilly, so i might as well unplug the gun, c**k it silly, point it to the ceiling some.7

Then apply the oinment near my heart where no one can feel me, but aim afraid this is where i go spilly.8

So i aimed it like a lame a*s redneck ignoramus, on a hill set layin' on his red neck.9

Like a psycho-logical billy goat f*****g the heels and throat of a hill billy with a phat anus.10

So odd and flat it was flatter than a fat cat ridin on some heelies.11

I died right then and there, no matter how much damned youd dare, you couldnt have dared to save me a follicle hair, not a frair fair chance you could of spared.12

Not even if you had laser infrared eye glasses that glared' and that could change a mans mind if you stared' at him frontwards and he backwards; turning around at you to stare.13