Poem: Cruelty Scars

bulging blood slipstream, I emerged into air,

annoying and bored, divided red into slots,

we’re we all alike, all us roaring scavengers,

mouth-made laser blast, strafe and circle triggering,

button-mash uppercut smash, charlie brown bouncing,

heavenly sun run games, dart and tagging daylight,

but I still feel guilty, losers were white-washed wet,

all of them red facing none, deaf and numb to them,

I’m sorry at end Jimmy, I would cut you and laugh,

it was just revenge, but I floated giggling,

a coliseum spectator, I was justified vile,

I’m sorry Saul, I posed a phantom enmity,

you were very funny, but your chuckle gurgled,

and you wiped boogers, and on your bare arms,

hearsay that I believed, I never saw it,

and you were big, you should have been a bully,

instead you were gross, sweet and gentle and icky,

I think I tried to help, but I don’t know the good done,

I could’ve met your gaze, fuller pressed your palm,

but they were watching, but I was small and weak,

small frame and spirit, if they target me I’d perish,

and I had friends, and they invited me over,

laughing at my jokes, every each of us implicit,

we all cheered the pain, cackling at victims,

mockery virus infection, nothing is at all authentic,

irony chain mail checkerboard, no skin is exposed,

but plates become spines, and none may near me,

I never think about them, what do I care I ask,

and my guilt is conceptual, I just know I should be,

we are all what we all are, for now and forever on.

 

I reject my own theory, I am not cruelty incarnate,

this is just our basest, there is more to society

towers are no progress, built on bone rubble holes,

and wealth sucks within, coaxing a violent flame,

even art carries thirst, an implanted desire of life,

art can be subverted, directed to poison its own ends,

expounding on an evil, seducing the weak and venal,

kindness loyalty and trust, see can all be bad if directed,

trusting molesters and nazi’s, loving scammers and thieves,

it can and has all happened, so we are to know how,

the greatest good is reason, daily dedicate ourselves,

the initial is most incorrect, true now and ever we know,

no hate love or sympathy, we must follow Kant,

the categorical imperative, golden rule redux,

the maxim by which you act, should work for all,

do what everyone should, even though they won’t,

one must hold himself above, serenely overlooking,

morality does not depend, wrong is was will be wrong,

adolescent ankle cutting, is wrong and so was I,

I know and I’m sorry fellas, but I think this is it,

a message in a poem, children are cruel as I was,

cannibal pundits in a pit, soul-sucking clown poison,

either you’re a victim, or you’re a torment storm,

silence is no acquittal, we all did or allowed it,

because it happened, but now what’s to do,

apologize to their faces, but that won’t happen,

nor to their voices or eyes, just to this poem,

I think this is enough, it’s all they’ll get anyway.

Poem: Cruelty Scars

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