The Merchant of Disgust

To describe this would be detracting from its intended meaning.

You, whom do grotesque my inner being - 

allowing my nose to shrivel,

and likewise my everything else.

How, as an apparent human (only one of which

is vaguely represented on the outside), can

you go against your very creator,

disobedient to Earth and human and man -

and all their morals.

You, whom do plague our mind, heart, nerves,

vitals - all.

You, whom do grotesque our inner being - 

allowing our noses to shrivel,

and likewise our everything else.

You, who do uplift and excite over a

certain little girl, do denounce the

actions of her guard - yet

reciprocate and reproduce those,

in exact, to us, me; us.

You, who are not human; the human at least

has little sense, empathy, emotive connection.

You, whom do lie, wrong and mistreat unto us,

are a liar, you are wrong - you

are a monster.

Reviews

[PloughBoy]

A rather darkly decadent train of thought, Dan. But I happen to thrive on darkly decadent thoughts and appreciate it when I recognize them in kind.

Keep writing!