Compromised Revenge
A little bit of a few poems smashed together.
Revenge is a petty form of pleasure
Smoked by heathens and sad little men
Crippled by insulted honor.
.
It dusts dirt roads with invisible savagery,
Paints blue skies with
Childhood woes.
.
It tinges hot coffee with cold thoughts
And someone is screwed
Into drinking tepid sludge.
.
But compromise means I sit indoors
Watching the snow fall through each gap
In the screen.
.
You sip your whiskey and dream
Of cigarettes and sex
Because compromise and revenge are the same dish.
.
One is hot.
One is cold.
Neither tastes very good.
.
And when they combine,
There's nothing to do but vomit it up
And sneer at the mess.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Comments (5)
Wow! Can’t tell that anything was smashed together! Felt very cohesive from beginning to end.
Haha, love the vibe—straight talk with a clever twist! Revenge and compromise as bad meals? Spot on. Great punchy lines, too!😉
Hell yeah. This is so true. Well done, once again.
Amazing work. Such a strong ending on this.
Holy fuckballs. lol. This is outstanding. Also...I love smashing poems together. It's one of my favourite things when I have like three great poems that need a home. So I just smash the shit out of them lol. This is so damn amazing though. Honestly. I should just copy and paste the whole damn thing and highlight it here as my favourite lines. But - this opening Made me grin a little actually and feel angry at the same time "Revenge is a petty form of pleasure Smoked by heathens and sad little men Crippled by insulted honor." and this ending just landed so bloody well. Bravo bravo bravo "Because compromise and revenge are the same dish. . One is hot. One is cold. Neither tastes very good. . And when they combine, There's nothing to do but vomit it up And sneer at the mess."