The broken
Following
The broken.
The hurt
Venerating
The hurt.
The damaged
Exalting
The damaged.
After a brief
Interaction online,
She presumes
He likes her
And sends a message
To that effect,
Something she does regularly,
Convinced she is
The object of
Everyone’s desire,
Aphrodite incarnate,
Gift to all who seek beauty,
A bloated sense of self
Masking her frailty.
Dangerous belief systems
Built on hatred of
Some other group,
Steeped in abuse,
Minds forced shut,
Self-described victims
Victimizing others,
No room for negotiation,
All or nothing,
Complete annihilation.
One-way conversation,
Let me tell you how it is,
Your opinion doesn’t matter,
My word is the law,
I’m talking now,
You don’t have a say,
Keep it to yourself,
If you don’t like the rules, leave,
I’m the boss here,
You listen to me.
One person talking,
The other not there.
Though endowed with
A considerable intellect,
He chose instead to follow
A path of dull debauchery
Punctuated with resolute,
Mighty revelry.
Not a moment’s self-reflection
Or pang of conscience,
A chronic condition
He would sadly never
Grow past or consider
Changing in any way.
An aging lothario,
Not as attractive and spry
As he once might have been,
Hungrily anticipating yet
Another temporary fix,
Fleeting reassurance.
Let’s design an amusement
Where I win every time and
Laugh hysterically with my
Cohort about how well
Things are going,
Shaking our heads in disbelief at
The splendid hand we’ve
Been dealt repeatedly,
Expectedly. With each
Giddy chortle of victory and
Puff of self-satisfaction,
Drink from the chalice,
Wine in such plentiful supply
It oxidizes, insipid.
