poem: 900 or less

chadwick

at this point everyone can kiss my ass
i do not give a damn anymore
i am becoming the rottweiler on a weakened log chain
!this is good!
my owner feeds me when he remembers
sometimes water

i'm eating gunpowder hamburger
snap-time nears

this is how i feel every damn day

it is hot
dusty
miserable
lonely & infested with wrongs
something like a cavity on fire
bringing down the cross

the masses make my skin crawl
maybe this reason why i'm covered in blood
you can not kill me
eternal nails in my guts
beginning or ending lost
so we stand there waiting
wanting

waiting & wanting

before long you will slip
it is like taking everything had & calmly running thru
each one like a daydream already has happened
simply nothing more
but wanting & waiting
wanting & waiting