Can you guess what I'd like?
I'd like a break
From simpering, simple expression you fake.
Do you know what I'd strike?
Your stupid face.
Exposing a malar bone, raking apace.
All the liars insist
On stomping hope,
Then kicking it upward on razor aslope.
There will never exist
A respite from
Mock humbleness mocking to get me so glum.
But my frown is a bridge
Between two sides,
Connecting this gloom to where choler resides.
When my hate sends a ridge
With phantom hand
The aeriform blow will affect breath you planned.