Death.
I have split into pieces
Mind to discombombulate,
Unbeknownst to a soul mate
I splinter.
Rescursive cursive curses
Upon the ruins of my life.
Eat it whole,
Fucking fast food and finger diets,
Go on and fucking try it.
Nothing but the butt of a joke
I’ll never understand,
And everywhere, the silent man
In the black black cloak.
Maybe that’s the joke,
And me, no more
Than a french-fry.