for three word wednesday , and for easystreets .

no, i can never deny
that irrecoverably basic
that you have just implied.
beast in mythological scene,
your unbelievable voracity is
creeping in.
bitterness is eating you out,
your braincells unplowed.
with that uncomfortable stare
emitting toxic, nobody can bear…
jealous coquette,
jumping, screaming
to your heart’s content.

smile for me, dear Monalisa
make me think of something
aside from sexy salsa.
lean forward, my dear Beethoven,
play me a tune danceable and mean.
but halt in trying just to convince
that your life is worth of
microscopic curiosity that
you were thinking, indeed.

your story’s worth a plonk,
your life is under a ticking bomb,
leave the stage silently,
or exit without a sympathy.
choose between the lesser evil,
the devil itself or the vast blue sea.
whichever you want,
one thing is certain,
how you live your life
will ends up in hell.