An easy day's work

Dark poem about psychopathy

Day after day, collecting debts,
never takes its toll,
on dead eyes.

The sickening sobs of a mum
on the bones of her behind.
"I can't even feed my kids! “
Just background noise.
He picks up the TV.

Flames screaming at him now
as he slams the van door.
They don't even tarnish his steel skin.
She looks like mum did, spitting venom at dad.
For all the good it did her.

Next stop, hopefully a man.
Potential fight?
Black gloves on.
Predatory smile as his pulse quickens
like a lone wolf closing in.

After the beatings from the buckle
end of the belt,
his old man had slurred,
"love your job and you will never work again! "

The next job was a man.
He began to approach.

Black eyes shining

Reviews

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Angus,

Life is often hard in our growing up to find that we have become just like those who raised us ... And this reality, sadly to our dismay of displaying attributes we despised in those who did so ... This piece of poetry speaks forth volumes of truth, though some of that truth is butt ugly in its frankly brutal candidness and voracity of display of that most dark side of Human Nature ... And yet, there is wisdom to be found within this piece of excellent Poetry that your man, sadly, failed to glean in only finding release from his inner pain by reliving his past days with his father, over and over again, with male victim after male victim as that tragic means of release: "Love your job and you will never work again." ... To find a job one loves truly removes the very concept of any job existing as mere laborious work for any individual blissed to find that, in gem's reality, they are being paid to do that which they truly do love doing ... Tragically, inflicting pain and serving as the source of grief for others should never be that job which any Human Being comes to love as work transformed into never working again ...

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

[Angus Ford]

Thank you my friend for clearly and deeply understanding the meaning of this dark piece. Indeed the violence is the release of the inner pain suffered at the hands of his father. This poem might be developed into a series of short poems that delve darker still into the irreparable damage done to children that suffer brutality

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Well, my Geordie friend,

Life is what it is, a f*****g w***e of a b***h!,

I guess, until you come round to talking to me again ... I shall just keep on reviewing your excellent poetry, again of again ...

You are a fine Poet, who just don't f****n' know it!

Marve

P.S.: Compliment or insult, you added the "e" to my shortened for friends only name. Now. You're stuck with it ... LOL!

[Angus Ford]

I sent you an email buddy,apologising for my absence. Haha I didn't realise I added the "e" my brain is slowly melting.can you email please do I can reply because I must be sending them to the wrong email

Your pal

De Geordie

[Robert Haigh]

Dark and thought-provoking. Should we forgive former victims who become abusers themselves? A moot point. Clearly such mixed-up people need help, but the public also need protecting. We live in a crazy world!

[Angus Ford]

Hi,
I'm not sure if I replied haven't been around for a long while,thank you for your comment.The public definitely need protection from such characters.I used to work with them and it was an eye opener to say the least