Hamlet II

My second consecutive in free verse.  More offbeat than average and my second most angry poem after the perfectly-metered but raging “You Globalist Swine.”

I own no guns
But what I could do with a fleet of Predator Drones
………………..Hot with Hellfire Missiles
Like when a movie offends me:
Harvey Weinstein meet Qasem Soleimani!

A fulfilling rubble

But then the collateral damage:
…………….Bob Barker perhaps
………Cute little Zack and Cody
…………….Or, God forbid, Alex Trebek:
……………………………..(At times the only normal me I ever heard or saw
……………………………..God, should I have trained to be a game show host?)

Alas, Rot and its human shields!

And more often than not
Thousands just like me
Trying to get by another day
Eking out a living any way they can
Even if that means as day laborers
Tasked to repair the furniture or clean up the sperm
In Harvey Weinstein’s romper room—

Incinerated!

Of course I could drop leaflets warning, I suppose,
As one did before the firebombings
In Japan (though not Hiroshima)
But watch as only gargoyle saves his hide
Entouraged into his waiting jet.

No, something more select
Is indicated
A certified letter, say,
To Bob & Alex, cute Zack & Cody–
Sent by mail.  “You would be well advised…
To stay clear of…”
Oh, I can’t bear the possibility of traumatizing them like that!

And so another day, another year goes by
And Rot prevails.  I’d prefer dreams of Zach and Cody;
I dream about a firestorm of revenge.

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