Vultures

You all make me sick. You're disgusting plagues upon this earth, revolting enough to force a small animal run into oncoming traffic and do you know why? It's because you don't know how to read. Isn't that amusing? The students of S.L.C.I. are illiterate. They receive a free education in one of the world's most literate nations and they don't know how to read. They don't know how to appreciate art and literature. They don't know how to read Shakespeare and they don't know anything about culture. It's pathetic and I, personally, cannot wait until i am free of the shackles of this man-made hell.

Guerilla Poetry: Dream

As I scrutinized the mirror
I didn't recognize the obscurity that
From the chipped and shallow glass
Screamed out at me.

Eyes so obsidian-black they begged
From the now crackling mirror
To be torn from this hell
For some divine absolution.

My fingers sprawled out
And clawed at this mirror
Shards of the grotesque glass
Splintered my brittle skin.

The stranger before me simpers
The glass liquefies under my sweltering distress
Into some vicarious, vitriolic congeal
My nightmare extinguished.