Decomposing swiftly.

Decomposing swiftly:

As I sit and read something new,
I realize it is all somewhat old.
A mindless repetition from long ago,
yet another lost empty soul.

Like a cow chewing the curd,
or like a blind bat flying out of hell.
Spitting out useless banter as his
empty vessels make a loud rude noise.

Tasteless writing, like flatulence in the wind.
His poor pompously embellished script.
So lowly in his choice of his written word.
Blinded by his self indulgence, quick and swift with the tongue of a rat.

Let him rot in his own cancer.
Filled with notions of his own importance.
Failing to make any mind connection.
Already decomposing swiftly in his years and from a mind of impotence.

Steven Beesley (c)