Now that my sister’s relationship with her chauvinistic, abusive significant other has drawn to a permanent close, I can finally share this brief poem I wrote about him the last time he threatened to kick my ass when I called him on being an absolute tool. This one’s for you, Bon. Now do us all a favour, and drop dead.
Build yourself up;
Lay your foundations with feeble phrases.
Make each syllable a brick,
Chipped and broken,
Hastily mortared with the blood upon your hands.
You are such a man.
So virile, and so potent.
Machismo drips from your every deed
Like sweat from a labourer’s brow.
Bastard! Braggart! Faggot!
Each brick you have lain,
A kindling stick,
Snapped. Sundered.
Soon, you will fall.
Ivory towers demand a strong substratum.
Your bricks, battered and cracked,
Will crumble beneath the weight of your pretension.
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