Insidious daydreaming
By Stanley Collymore
I have a name so use it; for it symbolizes who and
what I am and not the adornment of someone
whom you deem to be and evidently see as
nothing more than a superfluous nonentity
in your pathetically sick and perverse
scheme of things based entirely
on gender issues and racism.
Like yours my fundamental needs in
order to survive in this life are exactly
the same, but ultimately one day
Death, the great leveller, will
I know dispassionately pull
the plug on my life as
it will on yours.
What then when this elaborate charade that
you meticulously contrive to reassuringly
prove to yourself that you’re superior to
and consequently better than everyone
like me in every conceivable way
inevitably ends, and unless your
dead body is then cremated it
likewise, like mine, most certainly will
predictably putrefy, stink to high heavens and
become an instinctive source of sustenance
for hordes of marauding worms that in
life, firmly ensconced as you are in
your delusional world of intentional
unreality, you don’t even bother
to sensibly factor into your
stupid equation of what’s
worthy and what isn’t!
© Stanley V. Collymore
27 September 2013.
(2013)
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