Choose your words carefully now condescender.

Open up eyes, so bright and tainted with grime.

Wake up foolish one, your time has come.

Give haste, like fountains of the sourest of tastes.

Your breath, like a stench of the most vile cleft.

Numbers six, and six bring death, singing deaf.

The rains are incessant, restore the wicked.

Breaking rules, I can't confess.

Seeming to accept, yet I am inept.

Nothing's relevant in a meaningless world.

Except the shine, the bright of a girl,

Who's indistinguishable from the whitest pearl.

Pathetic, give it a name.

Not mine or yours, but somebody's gotta

pick up the disgrace.

Remants, like lodgings of the poorest place.

I will devour inwardly, discarding everything

in place of me. Words are my weapon,

weak and effective. Ambivalence, my name is

Paradox, aesthetics are consuming. My heart

is a fume. A fire? set to gorge. What else to do

besides erase and destroy. This black place.

Where blue and white diminish. A vacuum I

replace the longest of esteemed sores.

Helen Keller strived and thrived.

I am biased and ashamed to be alive.

The reader is too, of such a senseless write.

Yet I promise you! You're not to be contrite.

Words bring hope, and such lavish too.

Bringing rains of joy, like the bluest of the blue.

I'm not really making sense, yet where's that

precision. I've seen it before, yet not set in me

like the physicians incision. Rhyming wont' help.

But is pleasing to the ear. Grammar is limiting,

as spelling is so deer. Jokes can't forget,

like the malice of regret. I'm limited, aren't we all?

Imperfection is hardest to accept.

Read away, and starve for the next break.

Of the coldest wave, on the hottest day!

Where dampened sands can't even save

My burned feet, not as crisp as my soul.

I'm lost, at home!