Saturday Wakeup

Paper chasers laughing gayley,
playfully fooling cool little princes.
Wincing wives on their seventh lives,
love kitty-cats enough to by them bats as playmates.
But mine Fuhrer says enough's enough.
If you don't open this door I'll break it down.
You can't.
You're weak.
My foot alone can hold you at bay.
He's laughable.
She's not laughing.
She's sad that it's come to this.
Why didn't I say yes,
not, yes, instead of yes,
but later, properly?
Missed the boat.
The ferry has left.
The sweet bliss awaiting shall remain ever unreached.
I'm haunted.
Her face,
her body,
her smell,
her taste,
her voice moaning against my ear,
breathless,
lost,
exultant.
I fear I love her yet.
I fear I love her always and the harder I protest the move obvious it becomes.
I'm haunted.
If he steps inside my circle he shant leave with all his bones as one.
Shatter,
cracker,
smash and bash.
Rape and pillage.
Duvet and pillow.
Tools and tricks of the dreamers trade.
Watchclock watching dogs sleeping doesn't let them lie but forces truth out word by word. Slipping gems seamlessly into silt and dross.
Daring a deity to sift and sort and anally analyse.
Surprise, surprise,
t'was all but a midsummer nights dreaming.
Head and heart and lust and soul.
Throw my self in silent jail.
Leave me peaceless.
Lose my place.
Disqualified from the human race for shoving.