Burn
Knock knock
who's there?
Bunch of sicko
Who don't care
They knock as if they're polite
Deep down they kick it with spite
They come to see if you still got fight
So they can flee from your sight
So they can watch you burn
To the ground
Without a sound
While they rise their glasses high
To the sky
As the watch your ashes burn
Tick tock
Is that the clock?
What's the trick
Why is it it's never stuck
Asking what you've done with your time
Why waste it on the dumb and lame
Who seek nothing but your very fall
You're the perfect thousand ways to fail
So they'd keep watching you burn
To the ground
With laughter loud
For they will never stretch an arm
To the save
They will rather watch you burn
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Comments
Incredibly intense dramatic work with a hard edge and grittiness to stir a passionate response.
Your varied works make avid reading.
Wishing you the best !
Take care.
Hi Richard, thanks for your sweet comment. I truly appreciate. Warm regards.
Hug ! Take care. :)
Hey CLEO!!...... this IS an intense portrayal of arson and the lunatics that get their jollies by watching fire consume flesh and bone...., there is a core sickness, a mental illness, that most arsonists have in common...... I love some of the phrases here...., especially ~ "You're the perfect thousand ways to fail." ~ that phrase alone is transcendent, magical, and VERY unique!!.....ALL STARS!!......smokin' grooves girlfriend!!...... LOVE and ROCKETS!!.....T xo ?☀✴✳
Hi Tony, it's sad and sickening, we don't literally care for each other anymore, more of owning favors and paying when due. Thanks a lot. Lots of love and hugs.
Hi Cleo, they are thieves in the night, lunatics. They only care about money ##
I like your style, so entertaining, and unique ## I think everyone here in Cosmo is unique ##
Hugs, peace and cheers
Leah
Thanks Leah, warm regard.
Well, this seems to be the mentality of mob rule or of a pyschopath. It makes me have empathy for prison guards, ayslum workers and the police who sometimes deal with the worst of the worst. It takes energy to be civil, and this poem for me, conveys how easy it is to be selfish and uncivil. I like your poem idea.
Have deep Respect for all whose duty is to run towards such sad scenes. Thanks a lot. Warm regards.
My Dear Cleo,
Outside they might be smiling
But inside they truly burn
For their lives have all been wasted
And for your failure do they yearn
They covet what they could never be
A citizen upright
But like the Phoenix you again rise up
For in you is a "Lotta Fight"
Hugs, Peace and Love,
Larry xxx
Hi Larry, thanks a lot. warm regards.