Who Am I? – A.G. Diedericks — MORALITY PARK

I told the author that there are times when a rage-fueled poem loses its effect because the moment the writer is in takes too much control, and the poem becomes sloppy.

I then told him that this was a perfect example of the exact opposite. The control he maintained while penning this masterpiece is brilliant.

Please check this out as well as his other works.

Self-proclaimed, self-aggrandizing
self-published, selling yourself
for a shot at infamy – you still have it in for me

Who am I?
you ask sheathed in traced
stanzas
words languished by voracious artifice
remixed for myopic consumers
I watch you milk death and brand it catharsis; canvassing for the masses

I am an intervention
I cook doubt like a junkie and drip it slowly..

into your marrow

I rip you away from your warm bed
and leave you stripped naked
on the side of the road; chalked
out of line
As I drain your ink & slip back down into the gutter
like a rat
blowing an inaudible whistle

Who am I?
I’m the Punkture gaping your ego
an aberrant- carved
out of failure & disappointment
I bask in rejection
while you prance around with
counterfeit applause

Who am I?
I’m the fucking TRUTH

via Who Am I? – A.G. Diedericks — MORALITY PARK

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