If you're not a well-paid saboteur
You should look into the job
List me as a reference on your resume
And on the day I get the call
I'll tell them all about your
Inability to accept responsibility
And anti-social personality disorder
Never met a man so talented at torture
If they worry whether you might cave
Under the pressure of an inborn moral code
I'll reassure them that it's almost like
Your phenotype's been altered by
A point mutation in your DNA
That eliminated every bit of it
And that I've never seen you give a s h i t
Gleeful roses turn to sullen churls,
And virgin smiles of shyest brides
Soonest morph into widowed furls;
Sad victims of your ill-bladed tides.
Swearing lovers of staunchest troth
Must sample your bitterest swill too,
And forfeit bonds of grandest worth,
As you gaily gloat like vilest foes do.
Most ardent toilers all hours round
In shady hands fattest gains leave,
Mowed to abysses dark worlds far;
To aliens you their ripe labors give.
And not even sure-shooting hunters still,
Can with all probity wait to taste their kill.
Bards of sharpest wits and niftiest tropes,
Thus must bow and trim ink’s wild hopes.
Your dial’s dual fangs envenom all matter,
And you’re Joy’s most culpable Saboteur!
Our POTUS has no love for peace
For profit is earned by caprice
No treaty will bind
Donald Trump's mind
Its locked on to greasing the fleece!
saboteur
lying in wait
in the camouflage
of my unsure
intentions
acrid ants of doubt
run amok
in black swarms of
errant motion
fixed wings impaled
by pins of lies
goodbyes
and busted dreams
oh when did I fall
and forget to get up
how far did I go
before I forgot
is she in the pale
reaching into the void
only to find me
adrift
with shame by my side
and a bottle of confusion
along for the ride
the saboteur smiles
in deft illusion
yesterday and tomorrow
struggling in fusion
lovus interuptus
the most horrible of intrusions
what’s done has morphed
into painful protrusion
and what of my vision of
pure virgin white
stained by deception
deconstructed in one night
left old and stumbling
on the precipice of fright
frantically searching
to make it right
To a completely reasonable decree
The angry onslaught launched in retort:
“You cannot care about me…”
Achieved the goal – direct hit.
In response, you were muted.
So still you might be departed.
Yet I shot again, just to see
If you remained upright.
To my surprise, within moments
You launched your own projectile,
Which smashed with alarming accuracy.
(You’re quite a marksman.)
I pretended it didn’t hurt me.
The truth is that I’m dying.
Stunned and silently bleeding,
I think back now to how this battle
Started the war that I knew
Would break us.
It wasn't a calculated decision.
My declaration – Hurt.
Your retreat – Hurt more.
Such a barren waste, this place
Where no man's land resides.
Surely, I was a gonner if I remained
Where I was – so I fought you.
You fired back – in love, and
In war, we took no prisoners
And led each other to our death.
Best you had,
Now that’s sad.
Well I’m glad.
I’m no fad,
I’m ironclad.
You alright,
Not so bright.
Can’t you fight,
With this spite.
Where’s the might.
Times ago,
Now shadow.
Left me low,
In the snow,
You now owe.
I then die,
When I cry,
To the sky,
Up so high,
When you lie.
Why is she,
More than me?
You love thee,
I disagree.
Lone latchkey.
In this blur,
This you stir,
And occur.
Amateur,
Saboteur.
You lodge that impeccable smile at me
In such a beguiling fashion
Thinking I don't have eyes to see
You're fabricating your passion
It's true I feel your powerful gaze
That takes me to my knees
But this love has seen better days
I'm lost inside the freeze
My love you've cost me of myself
Not wholly but in part
I've put my soul up on a shelf
You've sabotaged my heart
Now listen to me and hear me well
You've cut me to my core
My love's not yours to buy or sell
I won't be damaged more
So when you dream alone tonight
Remember this my sweet
I'll give you up without a fight
And get back on my feet