Somber, insulent thoughts of you
Forsaken words in ire rang true
Plotting my demerit back then
I'll not be modest or humble again
A deluge of hate tainted tears
Grieved with fury through the years
Bruised with my gaunt ego impaired
Now I scheme this misery be shared
Your worthy to relish in this shame
Indignant, it's you I still blame
Cherishing this grudge I've found
The vulgarity will keep us bound
Fraudulent, you preyed upon me
Exploited for all the world to see
Ruthless now, I'll take my turn
To slaughter your every wish or yearn
Is my iniquity an heirloom, old
Or atrocity of a conscience, cold
Insults thrust at my back and face
This your last infamous disgrace
For a "Lynch Law" I'll gladly bestow
With my sordid score card all aglow
Your lies evoked the beast I am
It's my right to bedevil and damn
Attacks thwarted time after time
Berating every fallible crime
So corrupt is the index of reasons
That all is naught for ugly seasons
©S. Austin Vincoski
