MONICA FRANCISCO-DEKAM
Chirp freakin' chirp Winged bastards of solitude
MONICA FRANCISCO-DEKAM
I am the Father Of mirth and shadows Dystopian Despot The Arranger
MONICA FRANCISCO-DEKAM
My inflection carefully inspected My name is bastard The b is silent
MONICA FRANCISCO-DEKAM
Supremacy manifold proletariat fed Hung like suits in a closet Dry humped and brushed clean Pressed and euthanized Submission

Shrouded in magnanimity

Morosely recalcitrant

Dutifully I spit you up

Hack hack spew

 

My inflection carefully inspected

My name is bastard

The b is silent

 

Yawning in my digress

Shoulders swaying swaggering

Digesting superlatives

Plague upon plague

 

Locusts buzzing in the midst

The night and my hair

Lit up with strung lanterns

 

So long so long my buttercup

My faint tainted fae

My own arm tearing at the vein

Wallowing

 

Wiping back sweat

 

Look at me

See how I suffer

 

My philanthropic guilt

My limpid vanity

My dictators suffering

Is it in vain

 

Ethereal velvety floating

My halo my wings amidst the squalor

My feet never touch the ground