I refuse to partake in your celebration
of the sorrows of those who love you.
I cannot condone feasting in your dastardly banquet.
Watching you pick your teeth
with the bones of ill-gotten gains consumed.
Wiping from your lips the fat
in which you fried those dreams you killed.
Sitting contented in your dining room, surrounded
by the good-intentions of others
now decapitated, mounted high on the walls.
Worst to listen to you speak of your beneficence,
which is as elusive as your morals.
No longer deluded, I observe now.
Regarding attentively in disgusted silence
the havoc you release all too naturally.
As I endeavor to steer clear of your negativity.
Now that your obscenity has been thwarted,
the illusion is broken.
Loosening the ties that bind, all relations aborted.
ria – circa 2006