Stark Raving Sanity

Minions
by Anthony John Ciccariello III

     The hunt, begin to seek the flesh.
the prey, the beating, the bushes thresh.
obtuse commitment to standards grazed.
released from stupor, our penance raised.
Awash in the discourse of treason.
     Denied forgiveness, contrive to blame.
seconds elapse as we buffer the game.
confuse intuition with deviant strife.
defuse all ambition with the comfortable life.
Accused by nothing called reason.
     To falter and covet, to sing out your hate.
for computer raised minions demanding the date.
envelop the cause with a fashionless trim.
to partake of the wanton, the wasted, the grim.
Awakened by the heat of the season.


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