Read Poetry: Morbid Deceiver, by Bob Mazzei

Oh morbid deceiver, speak of you this day

Don’t ladies look so dazed, keep yer grief at bay

So you noble gentlemen, of unnatural brave wives 

Lots of wrongs for you, to do throughout your lives

You people on the bastions carrying burning weights

Reaping wheat afield, water cliff, cuts and waits

You brides to count for hours in full turquoise stay

In clotted haze to toil, the servant can’t say nay

Afflicted creatures’ pain to world you sadly take

The worm to kings impresses its badge and its sake

To You the pure breath that the world redeems

Be humankind obliged and blessed be your dreams

Let the guts be wrung, to such a tyrant so cruel

His lying tongue the Human will finally clog and rule

To this universal mockery, slayer asking glory

For indelibly inking with quantity any story

I address now my scorn, right away, I will not bilk

False treasurer your sweat he sucks like a milk

Ay, Lions he starts to dance on the sheep cot

Obsessed like a God by severe laws to rot

You care not of the slave, struck all of a heap

Since his idler master, you can buy dirt-cheap

So that their limbs and bones, you may both swell

By contempt and disdain, and more of…