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Break This Restraint, Bonehead.
Waiting in the shadows
beneath the hollows of her eyes,
lie tears not yet shed,
hematoma's not yet inflicted
by his cruel fist.
She trembles like the ash
on a dying cigarette...
then when the front door slams,
she falls to pieces,
curled into a fragile, fetal ball,
about to get a bouncing.
Why can't I ever be passing
by such blatant abuse
similar to such quarters
I used to go in to
I used to be called too,
to find myself poised
and ready to explode.
Somewhere just below
a window where the
smack of some skanks
cowardly fury, reaches
my righteous ears,
stoking my inner rage.
Like a savage neanderthal
I would breech his dwelling place
and render him a victim with
my bare hands and leather-ed feet,
military training times four
Military training times
4 and then some.
Rock hard appendages
pummeling, punishing,
kicking and reducing him
to childlike fear, a sweet
intervention of the highest order.
Just once God, give me
a crack at one or more
of these maggots.
since your free will,
keeps them free to
force their foul will on others.
Grant Hell an early arrival,
I'll be your fallen angel,
while they lie writhing
on the linoleum floor,
cursing the very day
they were born.
I have bagged too
many young women,
whom for whatever
reason could
not escape and were left
waiting in the shadows
of black plastic bag zipped
a black plastic body bag zipped
give me one chance,
one time,
to Go
And do my righteous
fury on them
and do them righteous
please, please
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By Art~Whimsically YoursWaiting in the shadows
beneath the hollows of her eyes,
lie tears not yet shed,
hematoma's not yet inflicted
by his cruel fist.
She trembles like the ash
on a dying cigarette...
then when the front door slams,
she falls to pieces,
curled into a fragile, fetal ball,
about to get a bouncing.
Why can't I ever be passing
by such blatant abuse
similar to such quarters
I used to go in to
I used to be called too,
to find myself poised
and ready to explode.
Somewhere just below
a window where the
smack of some skanks
cowardly fury, reaches
my righteous ears,
stoking my inner rage.
Like a savage neanderthal
I would breech his dwelling place
and render him a victim with
my bare hands and leather-ed feet,
military training times four
Military training times
4 and then some.
Rock hard appendages
pummeling, punishing,
kicking and reducing him
to childlike fear, a sweet
intervention of the highest order.
Just once God, give me
a crack at one or more
of these maggots.
since your free will,
keeps them free to
force their foul will on others.
Grant Hell an early arrival,
I'll be your fallen angel,
while they lie writhing
on the linoleum floor,
cursing the very day
they were born.
I have bagged too
many young women,
whom for whatever
reason could
not escape and were left
waiting in the shadows
of black plastic bag zipped
a black plastic body bag zipped
give me one chance,
one time,
to Go
And do my righteous
fury on them
and do them righteous
please, please