Nonsense, Alexander
The day I saw lighting strike
my home was a start of all tricks
to proceed. Underwhelmed by
bordered families kicking the
bank into a submission, over
exhausted from eighteen or so
wounds across the flesh. I spoke
gently, so not to falter his/her
upbringing, over the mind of
Alexander. Extremities and
Loyalty drew pictures of chaos
Throughout the traditional
setting. On the wallpaper was a
devil draining life from a
Republican. The masses cheered
At such a liberating site, but
Unfortunately evil got its deadly
Wish. Succeeding leaders are
Corrupt in their intentions; what
was good for an insect civilian is
barren of freedom to a troubled
culture. What would save the
world is old-fashioned and
offensively ignorant. As I told
Alexander unto my heart, I feel
His/her eyes burning my soul.
Mistakes undone and years
spent in mist…sometimes
Christmas means nothing, or
everything. My wounds have
reduced to twelve, and radiation
has tripled progress.
I traded my teeth for
diamonds. I hope you like
them…because I can’t smile
anymore.
