L'aura del Campo

April 20 prompt: allow yourself some "drama" [43]

YOU SHALL NOT BE NAMED

Hiss all you want,
I'm pissed
at how you only think of yourself,
how 'others' are always to blame.
I'm tired of your f***ing games
that reduce me to tears,
trigger my fears,
demean me.

I can't wait
until you're history,
when your tizzy-fits are known
for the narcissism that it showed,
a never-ending pulp fiction,
a toilet-papered
tantrum.

I can't wait
to forget your face,
your fame obliterated,
your petulance a mere footnote
to this nightmarish loss,
game over
and thankfully
done.

May it come
sooner than later.
May God speed your demise.
No, I won't pray for your health,
bow to your wealth,
kiss your white ass,
nor mention
your name.

KE [177.43] (19.abril.2020)