Walter Mitty redux

drunk posting on a saturn day night

i always wanted to be Sid Vicious
or rotting Johnny
to tear holes thru mofos
with the intensity of my hairy eyeballs
to shatter hypocrites with fear
of exposure to the cleansing rays
of a thousand screaming suns.
i may look like every other mother's boy
but in there somewhere is the funk punk spittle
of a little insanity and a lot of righteous bile.

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[arbitrary jane]

i think we're all closet walter mitty's
having 10 to 12 alternate lives inside us.
or maybe it's just me, and i ought to medicate.
in any case, here's to the mad, spinning, bass thrumming, raw-throat screaming, sweat and spit and maybe a little blood and a whole lotta righteous bile.

[Mark]

A haiku from within your poem:
Shatter Hypocrites
By a thousand screaming Suns,
With their cleansing Rays...
Your allusion to Walter Mitty, whose glory was exceeded only by his timidity, is apt. A shame that so many feel they have to become inebriated to acquire their true desires, embrace their authentic selves...
Why have so many of your works been withdrawn from circulation? I feel deprived!