Glossy with death, He loses interest in the traffic ticket world. His life Is a hand of aces, All he needs. Allies? Unnecessary. All his pawns are queens. In the perfect circle of his recombinant square The discipline of charity is lost. His shadow is a monument To self-esteem. Death Has bloated his self-importance beyond the stars. He is Mr Cherry Blossom, Mr Sayonara, Mr Big Goodbye, Indulged by the patent drama of his death. The human race is discards, His no concern.Glossy with death, He loses interest in the traffic ticket world. His life Is a hand of aces, All he needs. Allies? Unnecessary. All his pawns are queens. In the perfect circle of his recombinant square The discipline of charity is lost. His shadow is a monument To self-esteem. Death Has bloated his self-importance beyond the stars. He is Mr Cherry Blossom, Mr Sayonara, Mr Big Goodbye, Indulged by the patent drama of his death. The human race is discards, His no concern. In the next whiskey Is all the dance he needs: A modest compensation At ease with the protocols of his image. He is a monster, If you like, Or he is human. Take your pick. In the next whiskey Is all the dance he needs: A modest compensation At ease with the protocols of his image. He is a monster, If you like, Or he is human. Take your pick.
This is a very thought provoking piece, you capture the realism of both sides to this creature, this monster human. One suggestion would be to add in stanza breaks so that the reader is presented with smaller bits at a time and does not get overwhelmed when first looking at the poem before them. Also perhaps adding a period after the 'Mr's would give those a bit more bold emphasis. Other than that it is quite elegant and rich with your theme showing through the whole way.