Eat Them Poem by Keith Rushing

I am one intense mo fo
I startle myself sometimes
plagued by a good memory
not even Edison's medicine could short circuit this guy
each job interview I want to reach across the desk and smash the questioner in the teeth; compliments from yours truly, the misanthropic anti-social misfit for wasting my time.
beads and baubles, and fire water led them placidly to slaughter
people have to become somewhat desensitized to persevere and function through the fiction
butchered battered mangled diction
fabricated histories cleansed and tidy
perennial cognitive dissonance never stymied
alloyed wide eyed innocence beaten and bullied
futile defense wounds sullied
man is bestial
parasitic cadgers