Great news! I’m trying to be perfect.
It’s really fun, wish I was here,
What with doing so many things and
Getting every last detail just right and
Double checking everything and
Comparing myself to some arbitrary rule book and
Silencing the ghosts and
Measuring all the time.
She makes retrograde statements
That set her and her fellow
Human beings back
A hundred years,
Advocating for things
That keep her down,
Reflexively, thoughtlessly
Limiting her own success
On a daily basis.
She’s done well but
Could do much better.
Making sure to use
As much jargon as possible,
He inundates the interaction
With unnecessary effluent,
Ensuring that no one
Understands anything
Or is able to question him.
At the end of the day
He’s happy that he didn’t
Have to appear weak
And goes home to
An empty apartment.
Willing to do anything,
Including destroying people,
To plug the gaping holes
Inside their rotting chests,
The ones that never
Heal, that they try
So hard not to acknowledge,
But that drive them to
Ghastly extremes just to
Satisfy, for a brief moment,
The unmanageable lust for
Complete dominion,
Humanity sacrificed for
Soiled supremacy.
Never back down,
Refuse to cede ground,
It’s up to you to fight
For what’s right.
Defend your weakness
With copious bluster,
Don’t let them see
You have no idea
What you’re talking about,
And never have.
Pulse racing,
Pupils dilated,
Awareness heightened,
Endorphins streaming,
Gulping air.
Harrowing experience
So close to the real thing.
What a rush,
He feels alive,
It begins wearing off
He’s forced to go back,
Be himself,
Look inside,
A fate postponed by
Each next thrill.
He dismisses complex
Social problems
With casual disregard,
As if no actual human beings
Suffer—
The lack of insight
Common to someone
Who has never had to
Consider anyone but himself.
Carelessly proclaiming
No possible solution,
He guarantees its continuation.
A stunted troll
Lashing out against
Ever-present
Imaginary enemies
Hiding around every corner,
Each interaction a struggle
To the death for dominance.
A gaping void at his core
Sucks all the energy out of
Anyone around him,
Leaving shriveled husks
Scuttling to and fro tending to
The bloated beast that
Is never satiated.
It takes no courage
To treat human beings
Who have less than you
With contempt;
It’s easy to disparage
People who have no power,
Who can’t retaliate
In any way,
Whom you keep down
So you have someone
To be on top of
In order to feel better
About yourself instead of
Working to heal inside
And be a better person.
