A departing soul

A selfish psychopathic killer
They all are, everyone
Degenerates unsightly,and disfigured
Their lives ruled by the gun
The blubbering of angels
Such ululation, they
Cannot feel the heaving breast
The wailing weeping way
Or A love thats lost forever
Barking in remorse
They have no pang of conscience
No grinding gruelling force
Of Nature that explodes in one
When a lover dies
That excruciating drama
One sees with blood soaked eyes

The so called ghastly
Hateful odious buttock clenching creep
Whose harshness
Whose unpleasantness
Will for certain reap
A tumour dark and cancerous
For the distress and the dismay
And to those evil commentators
Their exploitative array
Such sordid senseless scumbags
As dull as dull can be
No concern, their lack of care
The phlegm of life flies free
Played out on the forest floor
A Doe her heart has stopped
Her beauty still is evident
But her vital spark was cropped

How a Buck a tender heart
Can withstand
This mournful scene
His lover unresponsive
Passionless, serene
Blank, she unforthcoming
And the brashness of the one
Whose face erupts in joyful lust
For the deed that he has done
Self glorification
Blustering, he be
And all the perverts
Rattling their sabres
Noisily
Can hear the ugly murmurings
Their sneering vile refrain
Such impertinence such insolence
Their brazen faced disdain
So hateful throwing dark discourse
Into the social ring
Such acrimony and rancour
To this violent scene they bring
Each of course unlovable
Abhorrent so despised
Detesting and denouncing
And such pain unrealised
all the worst intentions
Malignancy and gall
Struck now by the callousness
Prostrated by them all.

“A child lifts the veil of abhorrence
Contempt is all that is left”

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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