Maggot Zain

Why does he take everything he needs from me and tries to thieve
What cannot seem to fit the scheme of proper things, propped up
To think, but thoughts unlaid, careful plans are disarrayed in hopes
That truth will compound the nick in pride, the homicide of lusty rhymes
To turn the tide inside his eyes, two twins circle murderously blind
Regardless of the other’s true intent, the rules are set
Genetics meant to lock them in a box, no key, no sight
Passions alight, a civil struggle played out by friends who to
The end fail to admit the messages they intend to send
Pleasure with business, grit and gore, ask for substance, nothing more
Fully aware of the soul he tore, but wicked core allows him to ignore
Concussive consequences underplayed by discussing options
That we know will never ripen, I choose carefully my gripes and
Yet the hype of synergy lures me close, I beg the siren not to boast
The harpy laid her gnarled claw, withdrew my flaws and yet still saw
Evil within my charred with-all, without the stall to halt the maul
Unbelievably oppressed to the point of flinging hexes in tongues not spoken
By civilized men for millennium, expertise in empathy but the extent that he
Expects from me is nauseating to the point of agreeing with those who plead
To end, it seems a breeze at first glance, by chance the lance of emotion
Struck through gristle, bone, sinew, a new view of the man I thought I knew
All too soon the boon is bane, and once again I’m thrust into a state of constant
Complaints lodged in half-hearted attempts to restart the battle
Like a babe without a rattle, I purposelessly prattle on to an audience deafened
All the pithy forces continually combat the common-sense I know exists
But subconsciously resist for terms of cease-and-desist by the lump of neural matter
That truly matters in matters of temporally justifying my bladder of tolerance
And since I can’t tremble his skull or shake his words, my comments stream forth
Laconic, terse, no voice to bear the message, and worse
No courage left to face the hearse