Poetry Entry 8: Call a Spade a Spade


Thunder; briefest of pause

Anger; what be the cause?

Righteous—Wrong though it’s right

Pissed off, ready to fight!

Kill you; grease stain on ground

Fire; spanking the hound!

Eat me; that’s what I’d say

Fuck it; fight another day?

These words are what a sane mind might say,

These hints are dropping like newborn eggs

Threshold – one you can’t pass

Middle finger – the God says “Kiss my Ass!”

ARES – God of War, God of the Fight!

Zeus’ son – strong with his might

Directionless fuel, burning the mass

I know what this means – it means Kiss His ASS!

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By P.W.

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