Poem: Rottenly Ryfe
had a beautiful life.
never a worry,
yet sobbed of such strife.
he dreams he'll be king,
but he'll never touch crown;
a jester and fuckup
and fuckfool and clown.
if a glittering jewel
were a delicate heart,
it could melt just like candles
from rottenly’s barf.
his true self destroys all
as he slips mightily,
each time, infinite shards
burst forth, razor-blind, free.
the same breathsick pattern
every time it unfolds.
yet this time amber embers
blaze ire, take hold.
as the fragile cocoon
of his rottenly play,
ryfe now from his sickness,
bescumbered each day.
battered and shattered
to powder, to pieces
nightly, never to mend
ere my vengeance releases;
enlightened, ignited
i take now my stand,
word sword whirling worlds,
mighty pen is in hand!
hurling hate hard
with the breath of my force,
as i crook bejeweled fingies
toward ancestral course.
my blood pulses fury
stripped of closure or grace.
so here — get hexed
from a bitch with no face.
in the ears of the worst,
of the wicked, the vile:
i whisper my curse
in a venomous style;
the shit of shinola,
the fakey-fake smiles,
other hollow charades,
yes, they’ll last — just awhile.
so smoke while you’ve got em,
cuz here comes your toll:
may the world suck you dry.
may you never be whole.
may your demons enslave you.
may your pain be their feast.
may all smiles hide disgust
for you: burden and beast.
may your black holes gape empty:
endless pain, fake-ass life.
so disperse. you’re now cursed.
goodbye, rottenly ryfe!
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