Just one
little thing
at a time;
I will take away
your mind.
No control,
no design;
just a tempting
fucking lie.
All around,
hear the sounds
of confusion on the ground.
Your animosity
is a symphony
to me.
I delight in night.
Ask me why
you still fear to go outside?
In the dark,
in your head,
still living under your bed.
Terror tells you that it’s true;
no one believes in monsters anymore,
but the monsters do.
Anxious eyes,
nervous lips,
stammered words,
if the shoe fits;
find yourself
in an imaginary world
somewhere online.
Participation
in the real world’s
not required.
And when you look up
from the screen,
one day you’ll know;
I took away your life,
I took your soul.
Eyes
distracted,
mind
redacted.
Along blood lines
the family fractured.
Who’s a fag?
and who’s a cuck?
who’s hooked on drugs?
whose cooking sucks?
Whose son died
in a firefight overseas?
I’ve brought your institutions
to their knees.
Divided,
disarmed
and confused;
you might say that you don’t believe in monsters,
but the monsters do.
I’m making you over
in my image;
cue the elaborate montage.
You won’t recognize it
in a minute;
you can sit and watch.
The whole thing’s going down
live as you’re living;
streaming on Netflix, too.
Pull up a stump
and watch the mad beginnings
with a front row view.
One by one by one
and sometimes by the thousands,
the world succumbs and suffers.
My aim is not to make it better for you,
but for the others.
I bet that gets your
sacrificial goat;
doesn’t it incite you?
Too weak a breed
to bite the hand that feeds;
when you know the other’s
cocking back to strike you.
Isn’t it delightful?
Step away for a minute,
take a thousand foot view.
Watch it all go down,
just like I planned it to.
Don’t give me those eyes,
it’s no surprise;
it’s happening
just like I explained it to you.
Now tell me;
do you believe in monsters?
Because now you know
it’s all come true
and monsters do.
HG – 2018
