Power Fix Poem by tess fielders

POWER FIX

Leave it to the bestial world
They chase that they might eat

But you have Heart and chose to hate
Putrid in conceit

Your prey you stalk with swollen girth
Addicted to your fix

Narcissist brats, deluded fools
Power hungry pricks!

Do you not know, it never ends
This lust for supremacy

Until you’re caught by man or God,
That’s sheer stupidit!

Draw back you don’t, for you love bad
Boundaries habitually breached

Intensified with reckless games
What sewers have you reached