Mr Big Brag

Mr Big Brag, get lost and stay lost
I'm through with time wasting
Which on my life imposes a cost
I no longer can bear for I need no further twisting.

Mr Big Brag, quit the gender violence
That on my body stamp scars
Which cosset insolence and impertinence
Exported from your boisterous bars.

Mr Big Brag, satisfy a soul-mate
Who laps up the morbid mentality
That my nerves hate
As you dish out futility and frivolity.

Mr Big Brag, export your avarice
To far flung domains
Where partners throw loaded dice
To welcome odious outcomes in the wake of Monsoon rains.

by John Sensele

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