came down
with a case of
metaphysical
laryngitis
last week
with the realization
i had lost the will
perhaps the ability
to conversate with
anyonewhatsoever
after a long year
ofseeingtherealityof
humans being human.

tribalistic idiocy
groups of the loudest
proclaiming themselves
the most talented in
an echo chamber of
abyssmal delusion
turning on one another
for a larger piece of
the imaginary glory
only showcasing their
worst personality traits
and demanding worship
in an endless parade of
self aggrandizing to
hidethelackofsubstance.

i am only being human
because of a lack of choice
i would prefer to howl
at the sickly yellow moon
as madness infuses my
every cell to strike forth
against the pedantic fools
seeking to define beauty
when all they seek is a
recognitionaren’tworthyof.

the living always retain
a chance to disappoint the masses
whereas a dead poet has already
disappointed all they could
leaving only words to go with
a lonely and unkempt grave
and i feel i have most likely
disappointed enough people in
this unwanted excursion so
alittlemetaphysicallaryngitis
is exactly what the doctor ordered.