this climate has become stale
a seeping paranoia controlling YOU,belly outwards
a macarbe gorging.
until my leg is blasted clean off, how will i endeavor to use it?
Fraught-stricken and aching with incredulous dis-belief this fear snowballs
Over-impending doom won't saturate my bones,or, if it does, then grind them, and sneak me into mugabe's coffin
where the droll icy grasp of real evil will slowly chomp at his eyes and eternally slice at his breast- until he weeps
because there is nothing left