FINGER FLICKED BOOGER
I am found flying on the wings of angels
and riding on the delight of demons;
found there amidst all mankind.
Between the goodness of a kind happy creators heart
and the enemy’s glee at the waste in which we all take part
Beauty built places for peace of mind we all say as one “fuck it.”
Since time began we changed it to places for Skeeball tickets
to win and trade for cheap prizes in life’s arcade.
Winning tickets counted as pleasure in failure near and far
in pain found in others even more trapped than players are.
Some find serenity on meditations
of unknown consequences of responses
to the evil striding through the land.
Trouble makes me happy at times to lend a hand.
I don’t mind being despised and laughingly neglected
but it hurts to know everywhere and everything
I’ve ever done is rejected as failure after failure.
‘Cept when I found it fun to share in the demons glee
as I get to see misery in them more forgotten than me.
We have evolved to such fools that time and circumstances
have made it so the angels father has forced his middle finger
circular loading up his thumb to flick us human boogers off,
simply because generally speaking
we today all are reeking with greedy and dumb.
© M Durfee