A Rajian Discourse

A Rajian Discourse

A Poem by Thomas

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

A Rajian Discourse:
What a depressing creature
This Babylon W***e.
Ignorance clouds her like a vile 
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
A feeling my tongue can't comprehend
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 
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