Poetry unfit for human consumption

[Snafu in the Void]

I found a cute little box
full of sex, sorrow and death
the label says 'Humanity'
with scribbled depictions of hatred;
instructions
drawn on all four sides,
from this
dark Godless imagination forms
a great cross in our ways
a blackening of our souls
a nightmare which does not fit into my daily schedule

I desire to throw the box away
into a house fire
into a raging volcano
into a fire storm
hmmm, I think...
maybe I'll name this box
"For Recycling"
leave it by the curb
turn on some classical music for easy listening
have some extra spicy chicken wings for dinner
but, hold the salt tonight,
I want to be healthy
as the fire consumes all around me
when God sweeps a pile of ashes
into a little box
labeled 'unsafe for human consumption'
then shall he rest and prosper
dreaming of his next creation
and so forth



( man I'm on fire, I like this one, I'm on a writing frenzy.... )

 

[Mysterier]

Yeah, this is great, man. Keep 'em coming.