WITH CROSS ON HIS FACE

WITH CROSS ON HIS FACE*With cross on his facehe displays his salvationbecause where he's headedthere will be none.A seething form of jealousymust rule his life,because he can’t writewhat others can.If I left like he wants,It would make no differenceI’d lay ten to one, you’d becomehis next victim!He thinks being candid,is being cutehis words like a swordto cut you in twoHis pen is what he usesto spread his evilHis clothes look like he’s auditioning for MenudoHe’s been bannedfrom more than onePoetry sitefor being a mean assSon-of-a-bitchThis poem is for himLet him revel in it!*WordPlaya, April 2009