F**u*k Him

Fuck Him

A bit o poetry in the honor of a man
who thinks he is all that an more

but honestly lives within his wretched core –
a dark and devious place

A wicked poison roams the earth –
a vicious cycle whirls in the wind

– a cold heart enjoys the pleasures of pain
again
- like a snail a trail he leaves behind
- his path burning with greed
-
fuck that mother fucker

– let's find him -
seek him out of his hidden agenda
– remove the suffering he deals with each blow

– he's useless to the masses
– his inflated overrated ego

– preying upon beauty
as though he is worthy
yet he truly seeks his own
because deep inside lives such an ugly disgusting soul
– fuck him

– fuck that mother fucker
before the next victim he takes
is your child

– I've watched his eyes
roaming at the ones way too young
but then the wretched soul so lost –

so left alone needs their youth
to compensate for the lack of his own

– fuck him –

fuck him over and over again

stop the vicious cycle
that whirls within his
sinful soul

–this wicked man
whose poison roams
– lurking –
waiting for something
he thinks will one day be his own

–ha.....
.it won't take long to know..
...he's not worth the grain of sand the wind has blown...

.....fuck him