No Right to Complain
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

No right to complain, my hearts a grenade
and someone’s pulled the pin.
My body has rushed in to cover its,
explosions… it thumps so wildly against my breast.

That man has no shoes!
That man has no FEET!
My boots are worn but sturdy.
I’ll try to bleed quietly.

Some men live under a roof of sun and stars,
and some joker contends that chaos is fair.
My ceiling rains dust of plaster that swirls in sun beams,
it blankets my keyboard warmly as a child shivers.

There is no time for tears, though the windows of
my soul leak constantly… a salt of wounded love.
Oh how greedy, this guilt of vain desire…
The blood upon my hands… and I want MORE!

Survival of compromise, of relative obscenity.
Silver spoons dance on gilded manicures,
and a fly walks across a distended belly bloated.
Bleeding quietly, screaming love in whispers.

It ain’t the money… yes it is.
It is the comfort of your pain that discomforts my duality.
My envies comparison of Darwin and God.
Of the numbed living and the breathing dead.

No right to complain, my hearts a grenade
and someone’s pulled the pin.
My body has rushed in to cover its,
explosions… it thumps so wildly against my breast.