The Sting of Guardian's Love
I am an investment to you and nothing more.
You tell me to make millions
therefore I shall rake in the cheddar until
it becomes melted cheese, stringy, moldy, decomposing,
fruit flies settling in the yellow putty to impregnate
it with maggots.
I shall collect wads and wads of cash and stuff them
into the closet, under my bed, in the heels
of my Reebok sneakers, feed the sick, clothe the hungry
as I've promised you've made me do.
I will cut this cord
and row away against the current
freed from its anchor
as I ram the stern bread down your throat
until your neckline bulges
You shall suffocate on my fortunes of trailing yeast,
milk, yolk, hen that never laid her eggs
and the egg that never was
'till it expires and perishes,
the rats feeding on your doughy cavities
as I spit you out
and pour change down your gullet
until you are like a flaming
pit of fire that never dies.