Hell on a Monday


Dusty planks of old cedar.
Rotting away, eaten by crawlies.
Distressing reasons for hatred.
Bullies in the playground of my mind.
I yawn. Saliva stains are like
cobwebs on the corners of my lips.
For I speak no truth. Only lies.
So I will speak no further.

One thing I've realized
living on the sidelines.
Life is as fun and exciting
as you wish to make it.

The smooth faced walls of insanity.
Slick with the sweat of millions.
Those trapped in it, wither away.
Smothered by decadence and falsity.

Some writhe in agony.
Others suffer in silence.

All perish in the end.


Copyright 2003 by pauly hart