NegativeA Poem by John StussyOne of my fictitious poems. Inspired by a negative image of my eyes.I’m a clean-cut business man, My family is stable, And my life is secure. I’m a living epitome of Living the American dream. Combed-back hair And a monotone suit. I’m happy with it all, really. But… I’m also more. Have you looked at the negative? Oh, yes. There is quite the difference. You see, somewhere inside me Lays this desire to let loose. Deep inside I’m a psychopath. I’ll slit your throat And grin with pleasure As Your warm blood spatters, Heats my cool skin. I’ll look into your eyes and smile, Chit-chatting with you As your life bleeds away. I could pull a gun And let loose all the bullets, Finding them new casings to hold them Within other people’s bodies. Their lives can end And I’d be grinning with pure joy. Their corpses will land, Blood spilling for my amusement. I could leap from a thousand foot building, Singing a jolly tune to the end. I could give myself the hangman’s noose With the same grin of killing others. With the flick of a knife I could end this dumb life. Death, life, what’s the difference? It’s all a big joke, why be so serious? Have you seen that part of me? © 2008 John StussyAuthor's Note
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Added on July 29, 2008AuthorJohn StussyAZAboutCook, writer, reader, musician. I don't bte, unless asked to or bitten first. My site's link is to some recordings of my poetry, and I might add some recordings of me playing my sax onto there too... more..Writing
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