1570
5.109
18.iv.24
I have taken too many
prisoners
I have taken too many prisoners in my time
the key and the lock are rusted
they starve
still haunt
the zombie hoard
the low would bring low
they are levellers
I have suffered the gladdest of fools
persnickets and pokesters
blockers, most jealous
the blow-hards, do-nothings
the get-in-your-way-for-the-sake-of-it
those who keep talking with nothing to say
how many species of fuckwit
may just one world attend?
give me the thinking gadfly
the scorpion sting of truth
it’s past time to call out
a waste of space
of energy
tired of these so self sorry
the victim’s never wrong
who will not see their victims
all their laying waste
they are so self important
up on their judgement throne
the Mock of Fuck
the Tim of Tam
the rattling of their chains will deafen
and of course the conversation unhad
with a fuck you
and a fuck you too
and a fuck you back again
take a tumbril
I march them to the scaffold now
and I could just wring each scrawny neck
or I could just let them go
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