Glopowrimo #9
Hatelist
You know the neeru?
Funny name - not -for things that looked
transparent and filled with a kind of orange blood
scary-if-blown-up things
When one bit me I would try to drag it off
but it would not let go
and getting its pincers or legs or hands broken
to put it out of its misery
I used to be forced to kill it, you know.
Funny name - not -for things that looked
transparent and filled with a kind of orange blood
scary-if-blown-up things
When one bit me I would try to drag it off
but it would not let go
and getting its pincers or legs or hands broken
to put it out of its misery
I used to be forced to kill it, you know.
I never hated them
but then I met these un-alien creatures
who were also transparent
in their hatred for me
and bit into them with my words
which they had to ignore
to pretend they had killed me
while I spat my insides out at them
hoping I was transparent
orange-blooded, bloody
and a giant in my own centaur world
so they fled
pincered, broken-legged or broken-armed
and dragging their broken bodies with the intestines gushing out
across my territory
while my mates stood and cheered
the neetal I had given them
for daring to fuck with me
but then I met these un-alien creatures
who were also transparent
in their hatred for me
and bit into them with my words
which they had to ignore
to pretend they had killed me
while I spat my insides out at them
hoping I was transparent
orange-blooded, bloody
and a giant in my own centaur world
so they fled
pincered, broken-legged or broken-armed
and dragging their broken bodies with the intestines gushing out
across my territory
while my mates stood and cheered
the neetal I had given them
for daring to fuck with me
You know the women?
Martha, Desiree, Caroline, Jane
When the moon was high
they used to come out of my irises
and stand on my eyelashes
to dance
Going blind, I would close my eyes
and claw at them blindly
but gouge out my eyes
Every woman was that reader I broke
for not being able to understand
my verses
Martha, Desiree, Caroline, Jane
When the moon was high
they used to come out of my irises
and stand on my eyelashes
to dance
Going blind, I would close my eyes
and claw at them blindly
but gouge out my eyes
Every woman was that reader I broke
for not being able to understand
my verses
You know those boards
black, green, white and smart
You know those coloured-differently chalks
Those marker pens
permanent or erasable
and those pointers
that killed the best
Every time I stood at the desk
I wished the laser would transfix my breast
Death was better than the system
I only wanted to blow up the empty cistern
and the leaking faucet of education
that dripped like stinking sewage water
black and rotten, to the core, my partner
I wanted to dismantle its bloody core
and give back to the world the days of yore
black, green, white and smart
You know those coloured-differently chalks
Those marker pens
permanent or erasable
and those pointers
that killed the best
Every time I stood at the desk
I wished the laser would transfix my breast
Death was better than the system
I only wanted to blow up the empty cistern
and the leaking faucet of education
that dripped like stinking sewage water
black and rotten, to the core, my partner
I wanted to dismantle its bloody core
and give back to the world the days of yore
You know that fucking word?
Yes, the one that changed the world
I would so gladly go around these days
putting its sass, balls and lights out with a stick
so darkness would engulf the night's bill boards
and the dancing moon would again appear
over the fields to make me feel
the word and never say it out loud
Yes, the one that changed the world
I would so gladly go around these days
putting its sass, balls and lights out with a stick
so darkness would engulf the night's bill boards
and the dancing moon would again appear
over the fields to make me feel
the word and never say it out loud
Hate list hit list and fuck list
You read them all
Now tell me I'm not
Ever going to be rich and famous
and I'll show you my bare backside
because beyond my bile and rage is a world
that's full of another kind of a list
I would write it but before that need to write out this list.
You read them all
Now tell me I'm not
Ever going to be rich and famous
and I'll show you my bare backside
because beyond my bile and rage is a world
that's full of another kind of a list
I would write it but before that need to write out this list.
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