THE MADMAN OUROBOROUS.



The madman is stalking
his prey for tonight
and he'll rant and he'll rage
and he'll scream out his bile
while his victim just waits
knowing nothing of the impending invectivity
to be poured out in scornful words
like droplets of poison
from the tongue of a snake
that has bitten its own tail

Oh, I could tell you a tale
a story or two about that snake
slithering through the cess
of its own arrogant and pompous words
falling like that chill sleet of invective
that fell but meant nothing...
Just an endless stream of bile
screamed from egotistical rage
for which I have no use tonight.
Tomorrow
I will do the stalking