Queen of Spades

This rat is merely a monkey
playing the hands of the dead.
Strapping onto the backs of the weak
Stabbing a knife in the backs of the meek.
Meth-amphetamines and Fitch to lead
with black powder tits
copy and paste your life from the Politan
your bible
You're loved
Picture perfect media brains
25K stupidity
mindless autocracy
Eyes as blank as white
Your smiles cold and dark
that can warm anyone with the desire
To live that fake red-carpet grave
Scars that are blurred out so they don't exist
You live in a perfect world
All your puppets lined up
Each one controlled by your spider.

I was rejected that spider
I was cast down from your heaven to live among
the other aborted and scabbed
the unwanted, desire-less few who
broke off from the strings
and drank the venom.
We live with halos that have been shattered like glass
that dug into our skin
and we feel no pain
yet, not sedated from the hate and pain
But embraced by every scream of a baby
left to parish in a trash can
Embraced by the abused dog
Embraced by the imperfectious hell
that we chose to die in.
The Hell that rejected you.