Taking to world with a mallet and a spike
Hammering at everything I don't like
Some days it seems the list exceeds
The realms of fact and of dreams
Listing on a paper sheet a life long
Every right and the many wrongs
Dictating to the scribbing ones
All these things for which world must atone
Death and disease and war
The great mistakes and small
All the slights delivered sharp
By this world to my heart
Waiting in the cold for a train that never comes
Cold dark fear in the slums
An invitation for a dance permanently postponed
The simple fact you never phoned
All these woes listed down for good
As botulism in finest food
The toxic poison of this world's events
To my heart stripped bare offends
Car accidents of lives in collision
The senseless mirth and cutting derision
All the things this world could have been
Instead trapped in this tragic farce obscene.
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