Ambitransitive Ravings…

Hear ye, hear ye, O’ self proclaimed “real people”

Hear ye, Hear all, the wretched screech of thy self righteous bugle

Drumming chests, stomping feet, 

Imploring subconsciously, with a facade of command, 

Prevaricating, credulous to percieved truth, 

With abhorrence for reality, 

Cadaverous yet alive, 

Hear ye, hear ye, O twisted “real people”, 

Have you seen what you’ve become, for your twisted scruples?

This desire is ravenous, encompassing, consuming…

the desire to achive a catharsis, failing, falling..

For the thirst gnawing inside, 

Penultimate quest of superiority, 

Destination……obliteration?