Backstabbers

Ooh , your fangs bleed
poisonous whispers
piercing right and left of my neck
sapping blood flow
offsetting vertigo
and
this giddy heart slows
from warmth
to indifference on the brim of pity

Blessed fate that you shouldn't strike a single nerve
and are no match for my guardian angel that swats the contentious
as flies that feed on regurgitated shit

I'm a winner before I'm your dinner
conjuring, deciphering, philosophies to spinners
and liberating 'i'

I'm an oarsman
Sweeper for the keeper
my department ' art' liaising between the layers
I put songs into a word
exorcising anguish with this
and start without benchmark to seek sense from common sense
and a grip on slippery surfaces
like yours 

My resume
the crackling flame tearing from dying toxins gasping for oxygen
My skill
listening in smoke gliding through cracks of merely man made doors housing black smouldering deceit

As parallels I objectify and you cant wait to subjugate as though the road  of  curiosity is too steep a gradient
and even though the egos of each of your peers have stooped in their wilted star-ship
that sought to serve a bastard, I have grown with the stench of caustic spit re-generating in alcoholic jealousy in the darkest corner of your mouth

But you've all left prints on my cookie jar
Crumbs of emotive  poetry devastate the military stitching  of your fabric
and you really embrace the powdered truth
but insincerely about face when you ring-fence in the group

Innocence can't hide behind guilt so ugliness tries to disguise
and the air between us is as stodgy as bread dipped in untraceable plagues
Better you wrestle those demons that lay eggs
like dandruff nestled on your balding scalp the more you lay with dogs
You and your boys
euphemising tribal fascism
quarantined in Faustian contracts of inner circle membership
in a hideout from individuality
where thinking needs fraternity sanction
The most mind boggling aspect when all's said and done
is that there's no impulse
where the mind is connected to the tongue
sworn to the tradition of vindictiveness

Well
In the great screen of the astronomical scene Pegasus  resides where Jupiter rolls and three hundred and fifty billion galaxies nod to the god that added us after thoughts in micro-dots
so what have you lot got
beyond a perversion toward futility
You, the hard cash of stagnation
whose spouses bounce through brotherhood houses repeating the role that makes each mistress a mascot in the spirit of a totem pole
The pooled resource company moles; localised agents, loyal to their patents

Will you and your swarm
just make like a dust devil of mating flies and migrate
since integrity won't let me integrate