Mummified

Irate and ready to berate...
With a scolding.
Just for the sake,
Of negativity to celebrate.

Mummified and self righteous,
Tight lipped and organized.
Despising their own lives,
Clearly undisciplined and yet patronized.
With a stunning that's overdone.

Although dieing inside,
With a fear they hide.
That minimizes insight.
But recognizes everything...
For them that is not right.

With a quickened appetite,
To maximize a fighting done...
For an excitement that delights,
A taste for rambunctiousness!
And squeezing they do every dropp of blood.
Until every bit of consciousness drips,
And is gone!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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