Mallet

he’s the hammer and the spike,

the delusional male who runs in

and s***s on everything…

 

this is his reason for being,

because contentment is

somehow out of his reach…

 

and it’s a cycle,

a cycle of disappointment

that no one cares to see

because cries for help

amount to pained barks

from a kenneled puppy…

 

and you have to wonder,

wonder why he feels this

is the only avenue of

expression he understands…

 

maybe that’s all it is,

he revels in being the

mallet of misery…

 

maybe Todd Ockham should razor

a red river across his gullet,

the simplest answer and the end

to his completely sad life…

 

or maybe a tent peg with a mallet

to temple if a certain Biblical heroine

had anything to say about it…

 

if misery loves company,

then it’s best friend death

it shall be, it shall see…

 

anybody in the mood for mirth now?