The Stupid Men
There was blood,
and lots of it.
It mixed with his tears
and eventually with his saliva
as those stupid men,
with horrific grins,
morphed, menacing,
pounded, punched, kicked,
smashed, slammed, battered,
and shattered the poor man’s face.
And all the poor man could say
was, “Please, please, spare me.
I’m not even attracted to you dumbasses.”
And all the stupid men would say
was, “Why the hell should that matter?
Shut up and die already.”
And there was still lots of blood
Flowing, coursing
from that poor man’s
crumpled body
shriveling like a pile of tinder
perishing in a bonfire.
Until the poor man,
jagged,
bloodied,
bruised,
purpled and blued
Turned into a silent grey ball.
