FATALISTIC

FATALISTIC

A Poem by Butch Decatoria

Sacrilicious science : 
dissecting frogs
legs deep fried
(tastes like chicken) 
when we try to fly
by the "secret" 

wishing and insultations up
denying the absolutes
our eyes to see

the selfish flesh is heavy
karma like bone
and worship now a gathering moan
chaotic hush

and a bruha broom can 
only give dust
its flight
the mind in fear
wears death and night

darkling battlefields
have already won
our ignorance its tasty pawn
indifference the after-dung

Sacrilicious science of sleep walking
purgatory fog / thick & dense
(are you?)

they prey our souls to keep
so be mindful of what you believe
or shite to read

nutritional value : 0% sense
electrolytes of air 
and no good deed goes...
like coyotes and roadrunners

VEEP! VEEP!

vicious cycles
acme roadkill Texas heat
hope that God still loves his sheep

when stupid nukes us mushroom / meals

sacriliciously spun
on devils' heels...

(Yehaw Yahoo spurs and guns!)

Sarchasm.

© 2015 Butch Decatoria


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Butch Decatoria
Butch Decatoria

Las Vegas, NV



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