Nice List Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

"Wild Rover, Wild Rover…"
centuries of rust
and bloating over-ripened
flesh, bloody martyrs fete
yet conceives how alone
it is to be human… Peace
appears to only be connected
to the scents of spilt plasma
life's time wasted in that fear
wickedness munching on weak
and flaccid mindless human actions
‘no hopes for those dopes' and
not one thing on this Earth
considered sacred enough
by humans for humans
to act; on a daily basis
as humans! How inhuman!
what was designed to be eternal
internalized and brutally raped
and slaughtered before time
as designed, to be finally
dropped rotting and fetid
into a ‘shallow six' whole!
Or, burned to ash… perhaps
this is the most proper way to
dispose of all of the human population
use the husks for ‘scientific endeavours'
or simply ‘turn the entire planet into a
fiery finite cloud of Queef Smoke'
What say to this… Humans?
rather redundant question
ain't it? An asked and answered
before kinda, sorta, thingy, maybe?
I do know this much. Santa ain't got
much of a "nice list" this year!