Bizarro, They Called Him

Bizarro, they called him

A man worthy of no more

Or no less



They loved his aura

But detested

His smell



They swallowed his message

But Vomited

His word



Bizarro, they called him

A man of neither glory

Nor bless



He loved their hunger

But despised

Their Hell



He ate their leader

And devoured

His herd



•     •     •



Bizarro, they call him

A man who does not answer

Or confess



He just loves the game

Yet Deplores

Those who tell



He scoffs their lies

And consume

Their turds



Bizarro, they call him

He can neither move forward

Nor regress



They love his comfort

But denigrate

His shell



They gorged his presence

Yet retched

His gird



•     •     •



Bizarro, they lynch him...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This one was actually inspired by a font I downloaded, called 'bizarro'.

It's funny how this ended up becoming reality in the end... a prophecy of the downfall of my endurance at creative-poems, written well ahead of schedule.

View boarster's Full Portfolio
tags:
Spinoza's picture

Wouldn’t pay much attention to “Creative”… all the good talent… has sifted out the door

~/~

Jaison

Corina Stirb's picture

Truthfully interesting and thought provoking. I love this.
They loved his aura
But detested
His smell
I really like this.