School Project, Edited Poem by Shelby Barker

You are a dunce
full of oblivion and liquor;
dwindling are your senses
as your eyes mindlessly flicker
Up and down the road
and side to side they go, you go
swerving through a thick mist
not knowing you’ll be missed, heavenly convicted,
after tonight.

You can pray to be safe but your
savior can’t shut the righteous door
of free will he bestowed years ago.
You can murmur under your reeking breath
But, an eye for an eye is a death for a death;
The spiders will feast on your flesh
when you’re six feet under.
He can’t save you, no,
from your ungrateful soul.

lights.
To be vain and imbibe is a choice
so keep pleading in your slurred voice
and watch ahead.
Will your lack of consciousness
introduce others to their untimely fate?
Will they stand with you in the presence of God
as you are righteously faced by your humanly flaws
in the highest room of court? —
jolt
pray…
crash
pray…
silence…
You cannot pray without a voice…
lights.
lights.
lights.

The world is overpopulated, isn’t it?

lights.

Will your daughter
recognize her father
through the poison and decay?
No longer will you ask forgiveness
From your Highness, but the extensive
Thread of mourn you weaved.
Do the dead have more throe than those left behind?
Take a life — drink and drive — the world is overpopulated, isn’t it?