Poetic Reality: Me the Oyabun

Me the Oyabun

I sit here through the clouds of

My cigar smoke

As always alone in a crowd

The silent stand out

Fellowshipping with the

Good, Bad and me the Evil

Everyone a walking armory

Making moves

Blink after blink

Sophisticated

Cro-Magnon Caveman

Yes, that is me

I won’t fit into your theory

Your attempt to understand me

Leaving you in psychiatric wings

At the head of the table is where I will be

My silence speaking volumes for me

As I keep my circles on lock down

Limited to no access

In the light there is the dark

In the dark

There is ME

I feed on human beings

And everything and everyone

That is not in approval with me

Not giving a fuck

Making decisions

Pressing forward

Fuck those that can’t hang with that shit

I am a full clip

With a nuclear tip

And I am always

Ready, willing and able

To nuke you

And you too

From the chocolatezeus collection   12/28/16  ©