dec 31, 2014

its time to celebrate celebrating,
the closing of a year,
the shedding of a tear
for i’ve reflected
and the mirror was dirty,
this is the year
we all turned thirty.
There’s a den of Snow
in the cold hearts of men
where kindness and decency
should have been:
listen less
you listless thieves of privacy,
save your own ass from your
self-imposed mortality!
I do not fear,
not even fear itself,
for only I can be afraid
and it will not be controlled
by what they say.
My fear is sacred,
not for sale:
I will not pay to hear
your pedantic fear tales!
And tails do wag
this new year boldly:
everything is a secret
but the secrets are moldy!
your apple in the pig’s mouth
does not beautify
your deranged despoliation:
The ball gag in your victim’s mouth
will not silence the accusation!