The Bore That Drills Into You

The Bore That Drills Into You

Looks right through you
With a mirror’s disdainful glance,
A glare that tries to tell you
That you are so far beneath notice
That you are not even there.

Artistry of the indignant,
Getting to you,
Burrowing under your very skin
To touch your mind and soul and
Convince you that you are not real,
Not really there, not really you.

Asphyxiated conscience,
You swagger your way through life,
Dancing around the moral convictions
To tread the stomp of death
On the hopes and dreams of others;
Always putting you first
By putting others down,
Those you crush will judge you as your sisters and brothers
On the very judgement day you try to ignore,
You are so rude, you’re such a bore.

October 26th, 2009