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.
