I Am The Beast I WorshipA Poem by Spencer BridgesA poem I wrote after watching a frightening interview with Charles manson.
The world was already burning, it was coals and it was cold, don't blame me, I didn't light it, I just didn't fight it, I was burned alive the minute I was born, saved me a lot of trouble, you fools burn until the day you die, fighting it, there is no fighting it, you're putting gasoline on your own fire and I'm sitting over here laughing, because it is funny, you may not realize it but it is, it's like watching a dog chase it's tale until one day he catches it and rips it off, realizing all he accomplished was dizzy cyclical pain, that's why I laugh, you're wasting your time, I've simply accepted it, and you call me a monster?, it's humorous because I am a monster, but you have to be, this world was made with monsters in mind, it's sick, it's twisted, it will rip you to shreds and spit out your stitches, when I die I'll be laughing just as I am now, I'll stare death in the eyes and it will turn away in fear, you think I'm lying?, how could you possibly know that, I have been closer to hell on a swingset and I have seen it, and hell is not underground it is downtown, it is scum, but it is natural, it is unavoidable, it is evolution, it is revolution, it is solution, it is pollution and there is no substitution, now what does the banter of everyday life mean, when you talk with your wife about work and ice cream, jellybean, charlie sheen, dribble drabble and keep it clean, it means nothing to me, it means nothing, it means nothing, it means nothing, it means nothing.
© 2012 Spencer BridgesAuthor's Note
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