Dishonorably discharged

against the deadbolt of your door,

crowbar in hand

in a socially semi-conscious

frame of mind.

 

I'm a militant

dangerous,

rabid poetry man.

 

My needs are dark

with the screeching of night

the poison of adrenaline

seeping into your life

with an X-rated hologram

and a drive to get it right.

 

I don't care about your agenda

your neighborhood scene

you can shoot me

cut

me

I'll never bleed.

 

My life is forfeit

for a temporary cause

erupting politics

breaking all laws

 

If there's a rhyme I'll get it wrong

any meter I'll smash

with an eight-pound maul.

I'm  a violent, rabid

ransacking

handsome

tanned outlaw

 

I don't care what you think

who whines, who sees

I'll do whatever

For my religion, my creed

 

I'm the master,

The slave

The greedy

The damned

The magnificent obsession:

The Poetry Man