Aggression
Was the only theme distinguishable
In a tirade of garbled repetion
Repeating doesn’t make things come true
You know?
Disbelief strikes our hearts
Traumatised scrambling for reality
Hate again
Der Fisch stinkt vom Kopf
A splash of light
Peekaboo
More agression
Empty eyes
Insecure posturing
AngstbeisserĀ granddad would say
We used to train dogs
They knew words
I was alpha
Life was simple
Now words are irrelevant
Nonsensical anyway
In: way above the hairline
Dictare comes to mind
And the world watches on
With sorrowful eyes
At least here we had peace for awhile