Word of the Day Challenge #77-Untitled Poem

Grotesque
leering faces
drool dripping
liver flacid lips
pursed
desiring
chasing that final kiss.
Words
promises made
money flashed
as thought that could erase
reality
of shriveled bodies
wherein resides ego
which equates to strength
to power
within.
Float along
haze of despair
bought or sold
there are bills to pay.
Actresses all
ignoring the vile looks
groping hands
alcohol laced whispers
walking through
knowing their place.
He is the worst.
Stand aside.
Let me at him.
Porky Pig and his retinue.
Ribald jokes
roaring laughter
eyes meet eyes
and he pulls away.
Come hither
come yon
follow me here
follow me there
follow me out
for my dear…..
death has come calling
no repentance for you.
©Nov. 27/19
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Divine Executioner

Garbed
wimple
penguin robe
head bowed in devote summation
eyes aglitter
rot within
I love this game I play.
I am tired.
tired of the sexism
Tired of the lies.
Tired of the pain.
Tired of it all.
This time
this era
it is one of the harshest I have seen
which morality’s lack
men slack
wrack and ruin at hand.
Desolate
a future no one wants to see
branded upon my mind
my heart
cutting my tongue from my lips
spout not the truth
speak not the validity of time.
Saintly
I am not
moving with delicate grace
gliding behind
dagger in hand
plunging through his back.
Slip away
quiet as a cat
demon’s will done
I have won
once again.

©Nov. 2/19
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