Sunday, August 23, 2015

The Sacrificial Lamb

"You gotta make de sacrifice" -My asshole coworker.

I appreciate the whole
"hang in there, kitty"
motivational poster rhetoric,
it's so easy for people
who don't work to tell you
to do more from the tops
of their high and mighty horses
whilst I shovel all the shit.

I am so tired of
this double standard shell game
at wage slavery,
where what's good for the goose
poisons the gander and then
he's gotta fly many miles
without complaining because
he's the rookie and for some reason
in life, hating and hazing the newest recruit
makes sense instead of spending time
making sure they are trained,

God forbid I make a mistake
then it's a browbeating from the boss,
another black mark against my name,
like an annoying cluster of dug-in burrs
because the few fuck-ups are the only thing
anyone ever seems to remember.

The Predator

I dreamt of killing last night.

I enjoyed it.

Reveling in blood, crime, and fear,
I imagine this is how wolves feel,
gaining excitedly on the footfalls
of frightened prey,
sharp weapons held expectantly,
ready for the rush from murder

it shook me upon waking,
not because I was scared
of my viciousness bared,
because I enjoyed their pain,
their blood,
their fear,
their choked pleas for mercy,
fell lightly on deaf ears.

The Untouchable Diva

I am a sick fool
the Goddess of Destruction
will never just love

Expecting sorry
or the quenching rain of her
pure adoration

is a sad child's game
she craves unstable madness,
a rough grasp of pain

seeks abusive hooks
despite pleas for firm respect
they are all just lies

a stern refusal
from past trauma to heal up
from the rape of life

a real rake on her
mind, body, heart beaten and scarred
freezing her life hard

so much so frozen
when you can be inside her
but never reach her

leaving me wanting
not to save her through support,
but to just see her.