I’m floored, yet bored with

Zero return, zero reward

Dump him in a dumpster

Roll him in a sheet!

Fit him in the litter

Buckle him, chuckle

as you hang him

inside out

bones swaying to and fro.

Dump him in a dumpster

Roll him in a sheet!

Let him go, take his body

throw into manure

no lure, no allure, I’m sure

rant and rave

nothing to save

Dump him in a dumpster

Roll him in a sheet!

Puncture him, deflate ego

lay him in muck, duck

swat rot

Dump him in a dumpster

Roll him in a sheet!

One more problem solved, Another one arises 

Civilizations collapse and turn to Ashes 

Children scream and families vanish, 

Ignored for too long, so many had gone 

When the war was over, the entire world felt their hearts cry 

We tried to make amends, we tried

One more problem solved, another one arises

Misjudgment allowing people of ignorance passes

Hellish conditions and killings of the masses 

Clashes between all of the classes 

When we think we found serenity 

We find pain and scrutiny 

We thought we would have tranquility,

We are devoid of equality

   One more problem solved, another one arises

I look up and see the wide grin on your face, 

The crooked teeth, 

The breath that smells of onions and hatred. 

I try to look away, 

Squeeze my eyes shut, 

Feel your rusted knife against my throat 

As I let out a bloodcurdling scream. 

It rips through the air as a 

Warm drop of blood falls. 

I dig my fingernails into your hand, 

Whispering now, 

Pleading, 

PleasePleasePleasePleasePlease. 

I will try harder, I promise, 

Just give me another chance. 

You smell my fear and drink it in, 

And you whisper back, 

"Getting rid of you

Means one more problem solved."

He holds the pen like a machine gun. Ambushed, blast them all!!!!!!!!

Aaahhhh, not hitting a mark, the ground’s completely unscarred. Yes, that blank sheet of paper: Unmarred.

…wait, Hola, looking for something. He’s checked the drawers. Thumbed texts! Gapped out windows. Humph, even consulted the stars. Then, all at once rising from hands and knees —from under the counter amidst the fluff— urgent gasps.

There it is! Make haste. Follow that bee with precious pollen, buzzing so’s we can taste the honey on the tip of his tongue! in the back of this mind!

Pen pierces paper with Idea.

I scurry through my house, trying to bring order. Dishes to wash, pills to count, laundry to wash, calls to make, emails, plan dinner, don’t forget a shower.

Arrgh! I still haven’t made banana bread! This fruit is literally rotting on my counter and I’m doing nothing about it. I can’t keep up!

Claxons peal through the corridors of my mind and a voice repeats, “Meltdown imminent. Evacuate now.”

No! I won’t go out of my own mind! I snatch up the bananas and dump them into the garbage.

Deep breath.

Silence.

Hah, take that! That’s one more problem solved.