A flow poem, think of a mirror as your read this. Its not mentioned but its there. |
-Inside Your Dirty Cage- by Keaton Foster Disgusting Sickened Equal Damn difference Circular talk Made squared Both a descending And ascending Form of an argument Made by one’s self In the presence And for The entertainment Of one’ self Putrid Revolting Still reeling Back of the feet On your heels Pseudo falling Or would it be Failing Like a stone While upright While horizontal All around Confinement There are stains Much refuse You’ve soiled yourself And that environment Mother always knew She sternly said Time and again Don’t shit Unload Where you sleep Never eat Consume Where you defecate Vulgar rules To indeed live by Inside your dirty cage Alone Just your mess Just your crap Culpable at best Holding the key Always around Your own neck It was placed Willingly by you Such a fact Must be added Ignorance Is not so bliss Claiming it Just won’t cut it Over the years Flesh And growth Much scar tissue Has concealed it But we You and I Know it’s there Inside your dirty cage Dead Dying Never trying Those so close Killed by you Those who remain Dying because of you You could But you won’t Set them free Not because of care Only because of fear You Don’t want to be alone Misery loves company Such is A triumph of absurdity Your words Modus operandi If I’m going to die If I’m going to be Either Then so it should be The same Equal For those inside For those intertwined For those both Connected And captured by you Sad Inside your dirty cage One hell of a place Out here People like me Are indeed safe But in there With you Safe I’m sure Is what they are Least of all… Inside Your Dirty Cage Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |