Tosser Dawson

Tosser Dawson’s just a guy
Whose craptitude’s breathless
A few years ago, he went
Numb with his own Narcissism
He believed he was
A medium
Of sorts

Maybe Clementia saw this
So Clementia avoided Tosser
Like Tosser was maggots on a
Flea burger

That was, I believe, the beginning
Of Tosser Dawson’s descent
Into the abyss of eternal damnation
Where scentless flowers bloom
Where a black sun hover the fields
Of buckets(I mean millions of them)
Of spits

Tosser Dawson’s just a guy
With balmy feet and
A reckless imprudence of global proportions

After transcribing the gut of
His emotions,
He pulled the trigger.

“BANG!”

Ah sweet what a sweet release, Tosser

Tosser. Tosser? Oh -- don’t pretend to die.