Social Infectioin { God Of Genocide } Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

I am shivering cold
by chemical means,
by congenital state,
through genetic root,
that one might toe-tag
''socially expired''
in cultural terms, of course.
Still, that does little
for they who have been
unblessed to witness
and feel the ice
that lay in my veins,
C R A C K L I N G.........

Who am I, you ask?
I smirk, lips pressed...
I am all, no less
than my mindworks permit
in conditions prevailing afront me,
revealing my hemispheres
wrapping my thoughts for the day...
in iron-clad gray,
so my toxic, socialized poison
doesen't break its bloody dam,
pour its neurological lava
'pon your sweet, warm aura,
and scald your young flesh
to ashen-char black,
Ssshhhh...No sense to panic.

I am Social Infection, and
I want to see you
writhing in my tomb,
so keep on doing
all you've been doing-
war on, curse peace,
make bias your faith;
it's your world....
'Make My Day'!

___ FjR ___


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