Squassation

When someone enthusiastically waves in your direction But the wave is not meant for you Witness a torrential downpour of Just Forget About It And Move On Quietly sitting by yourself Hoping that the smoke will suffocate you The structure of the tunnel is only insinuated By the flashing moving lights rushing towards it It helps to have a map He snarked sarcastically Afternoon delightfulness You can save your pleasantries for the tea time, meemaw You unbutton your finest shirt And expose the soft meat of your tummy Bracing for the first and last strike No quarter given You forgot your something borrowed Something blue Allow yourself to luxuriate in the misery of others Everything is connected Yet nothing is Please don't deny yourself Gracefully You flick his wet hair away from your chest He's just a ragdoll A saggy, revulting one Retching Dry heaving Gasping Spluttering If you swallow this The child won't resemble him Bless your wicked, dirty, wretched little heart For it is the reason that you will go unloved Dancing Laughing Frothing Sodomized Babies for lunch Bones or teeth crackling Bowels disrupting Marks disappearing Defrocked and strappadized Squassation You flasked him up with cream Like a dumb baby kitten You could not even give him that Next time Please Kill yourself unambiguously