Sadistic Intent

Heavy sledge like a thud-club mallet dragging the road’s surface

Cracking concrete forging a mini-canyon of segregation in rubble

Of a black depth divided with the extracted gray crumbled chunks

Heaved haphazardly to the left and onto the right

As if the consequences were dispersed in some sort of random reality

But no, justice would say this is not a weapon of mine,

Nor instrument of progression towards an intended outcome

This is cumbersome cubic abandonment in flat weight hurled and wielded

With devastating intent held in the hands of the rodent queen

So innocuous to public’s perception and thunderous in her private conceptions

Of reality like Raiden on hormonal swings I am scorched and reverberating the

Sizzle of segregation with steamed tears of a mistaken present

Her say affects my now every day and I don’t want it to.