Zeus

Zeus

Pole dancer on the town hall roof, come and watch the

Empress with no clothes stripping and pimping

Colors she assumes like a rainbow descended on her pot of gold

Sparkling as she wrinkles the bold and bare silence

Like an overcoat of assumption of perfection

Bolt out verdicts like Zeus singe on the sins in rods to dismiss

Blame like absolvent with a no sense in a vagina

The path of such drama mouthing out what shall and shall not be

Stand up for myself and get the F off of me

Quit acting like I am the one who lied

Quit acting like you were the one who cried

Quit acting like you have ever been in love

That would require you to be mortal

To need another human for comfort or support

To assume you could not bolt the life out of this

Edifice to carve your perfect face

Ugly as sins, ugly with the fringe of a Disney Witch consumed

Complete with the power to commit perjury guilt free

Stand in pink pimp power suit and condemn me

For your high and mighty, the worst kind of problem

The one you have to solve and no body sees through the columns

Of bars she put up to keep the concern for her strikes to down love

From coming close imprison me but segregate yourself

From human emotion and into a prejudicial hell

I see the sentence in time and I will keep walking the line

Ignoring you when I can finally take this knife off my throat from the threat of you

Stealing my independence and after you failed to take our child in days and

Forced her into a decade long maze to see through the hedges to

See who you really are and when she comes out how will you deal with her?

Questions she has finally found the maturity to ask?

What will you say when she knows that Zeus with her vagina full of busted testicles

Was the one to blast her life into shrapnel for no reason, but

Unspoken, who didn’t have to stay but should not have had to rage

A war on her father who you tried to erase and what will you say

When she finally speaks and causes your silence to bleed

There like a wound you tried to keep under bandage, locked in a closet

To put on the visage of perfection the God of mythic proportions

Up there with the lightning and the biting at each day like food for the one day

You go down to that jail of the lies you have constructed for yourself

Truth is the only way out the key you threw away, high on yourself

Pride of idolatry your internal mistake