Dweller

Honestly, you cannot sit around and watch everything get covered up in jelly.
Certainty that you won't lift a finger, the toilet bowl within a ring of dry piss.
Blood pressure climbing to ceiling, I can't stand much more of you.
Static noise, my ears hear grisly laughter. My eyes are seeing only white.
Anger swells, it's pouring out through action.
I swing my axe, your arm falls in the cat dish.

1998