Unwittingly bound to your own last word
tied in ribbons of emasculated
pink and white
pity me
fuck you
self hatred

with thoughts on paper and page
not fit to stand among any human feeling
yet reeling in
all those
with whom your manipulation
captures
a familiar abusive pattern...

and yet even I
can not turn a blind eye to a beating
not quite deserved
self inflicted
absurd
poetic masturbation
served up buffet style
open viewing casket tribute
begging for public retribution

it seems the irony in your last exposed argument
created
in what you originally requested
but were unable to digest
given your abundantly full stomach of hate

the ability to recognize love
in it's most primitive state.


*for an old friend*