A Rajian Discourse

A Rajian Discourse

A Poem by Thomas
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A poem, narrarted from a cyincal point of view. Written in free verse.

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A Rajian Discourse:
What a depressing creature
This Babylon W***e.
Ignorance clouds her like a vile 
stench.
Every word that protrudes from her
nicotine stained lips
Leaves me in utter disgust.

She possess nothing 
but a disagreeable disposition.
Yet we are seen as equals.
The tragedy.
Empathy is a luxury
one I won't be buying
Not when cynicism comes free. 

A question is asked
She answers
Incorrectly.
A feeling my tongue can't comprehend
Schadenfreude?
It would be German.
You can only teach Caliban to curse.

My diction is riddled in spite,
served on my silver forked tongue.
In venom I find delight.
Unpleasant people 
deserve 
unpleasant treatment.
I do this for her not for me.

Every antidote needs a drop of venom,
to save a person life.
Here I stand.
The cure.
Take twice daily
to relieve brutish behaviour. 

© 2016 Thomas


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Added on November 10, 2016
Last Updated on November 10, 2016
Tags: Poetry, Free Verse, Cyincal, Rash, Harsh, Comical, Critical