Aggression
Was the only theme distinguishable
In a tirade of garbled repetion

Repeating doesn’t make things come true
You know?

Disbelief strikes our hearts
Traumatised scrambling for reality

Hate again

Der Fisch stinkt vom Kopf

A splash of light
Peekaboo

More agression
Empty eyes
Insecure posturing

Angstbeisser granddad would say
We used to train dogs
They knew words

I was alpha
Life was simple

Now words are irrelevant
Nonsensical anyway

In: way above the hairline
Dictare comes to mind

And the world watches on
With sorrowful eyes

At least here we had peace for awhile