A Poem

KILL a STRAND of YOURSELF

Tied up and bound is she

The feed is set

Tragedy here is ready

Speak now your pain!

Let it die!

Kill it fast!

Make it your past!

Let it die! 

Kill it fast!

This pain too shall not last!

The speech is ready 

Spoken to an audience

Virtual and Spiritual

Your mind befuddles the words 

Let it die!

Kill it fast!

Make it your past!

Let it die! 

Kill it fast!

No longer part of your schizophrenic cast!

Words of forlorn

Words if dreams unreached 

Wisdom here in your sorrow

A plea to those alike 

Let it die! 

Kill it fast!

Make it your past!

Let it die!

Kill it fast! 

Let go this nightmare that is vast!

One last joke before it goes

One last look as you raise the glock

One last warning to those like you

The shot is fired as she come to

Let it die!

Kill it fast!

Make it your past!

Let it die!

Kill it fast!

Death to this part at last!

Cries of pain as she tries to save it

Resuscitation is futile

The feed is lost and gone black

Awakened from this daytime nightmare

So let it die!

So kill it fast!

So make it your past!

So let it die!

So kill it fast!

So move on to your future where prosperity is vast! 

Mike D. Burke