Sometimes I want to be brutally honest,
More than a want,it's a need that courses through
A need which I suppress
And keep caged within the acceptable Confines of my mind space
Pulling on the reigns
Since It is widely looked down upon in this age
But hell,it is bloody needed!
I may be biased as this need keeps
Gnawing at me
Begging to be set free,
Set free upon the pompous asshole in his Blissful ignorance;
The person stuck,stagnant,complaining, Blaming everyone
Except the one truly at fault,
Which more than likely is himself.
My tongue itches
My finger twitches in anticipation of the depression of the trigger
Which releases the hammer–
Ejecting the bullet of truth,
In an effort to evict ignorance and untruth
And to uproot the weeds which tarnish society.
The core has to be struck,
For frankly, that is the only way it can die
And we can hopefully say good riddance
To the plagues which ail human kind.