The deconstructed

The deconstructed poem

I have my demon's haunt and my conscience's taunts, I need not your culture. They tell me I'm wrong and always have been wrong. They don’t shut up and won't with their sanctimony. Fields of guilt they cultivate and seeds of doubt they propagate.

Welcome to the wonderful world of fuck you! An ungrateful world of want that does not care about your loyal labour. Fuck this world of want. Light the world on fire and let the judges be judged for they crossed the Rubicon.