Stealth
Vengeance
Righteous
anger rings from the bell tower
Emotion
that burns like white hot hell fire
Fury
unleashed in controlled contempt
Outright
pure hatred for smug hierarchal delinquents
The
arrogant never listen or hear
Their
near sightedness is a mental tear
Control
is a derangement to quiet their minds
They
can’t see their dunce cap that hovers and shines
Alas the
world’s awash with Daddy’s little boys
Seeking
Pater’s approval and then pissing, were the pathetic kids
Convention
their vise as they longed for vice
Adults in
captivity within a golden cage, still seeking father’s advice
They
don’t see the tough others that rain silent hatred on their heads
Do they
care, in fat alliance with a donut in one hand and ugly threads
Carefully
their enemy builds and springs a trap
Until one
day they’re hit in their fat ugly ass
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