i must admit
you’re an anomaly
for me––
a shark-man
so devoured by your
ego
all that’s left is a
toothy-
grim.
of course,
i fear you,
but more than that, i
totally disrespect
you.
your one-way lines of
communication are
controlling everything;
you’ve forced your
mental arms around our
heads––
our souls have
departed.
the honest truth is
that everything you’ve
touched is
dead or dying.
there’s no one left to
animate your
schemes
& only our bones
have descended to the
bottom-line.