Tossing lies as easily

As a parade politician

Flings children candy,

You thoroughly enjoy this sport,

It’s obvious to all.

Twisting gentle caring hearts

Into gates of cold wrought-iron

And shaping minds into cuffs,

You imprison what you cannot have.

Your greed and gluttony

For the feel of love freshly slain

Has angered one to the point

Where if I see you I will challenge.

One does not mess with she

Who holds my heart with all care.

Forget these attempts,

It’s a waste of energy.

I’ll break back in

To feed my demons,

They clamor for fresh claret

And this time I’ll not be the donor.

So much ochre sustenance

Will you give my mental pets

That by the time I’m done with you

They may be permanently sated.