SCRAPBOOK OF FATE

SCRAPBOOK OF FATE

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

The entire family was corrupt.

Selection by proxy the biker chose his Wife.

His fist manifested bruises

and his bullish mentalities were warped.

Las Vegas was a charm

where their gambling ethics bled them dry.

Peas from the same pod

where was Monsanto when they were born?

It’s a burden and a misdeed to irony

when we carry the elevation of evil within

and have sex with the spawn

that forever tied us to its umbilical chord.

Transcending these natures

his daughter became a philanthropist

spreading fear into others

and there was nothing womanish about her.

He knew ‘one’ was a whore

and the other rode an ATV on the desert

hunting for a spark of excitement.

Her eyes were cruel

and one inward gaze would turn you away.

I want to forget this chapter

and move on with my inheritance

for Love has given me another chance.

Into the scrapbook of fate

we seldom look within these pages.