Don't know if this thing is an
autobiographical story or if it's just
someone being pissed off in general.
This untitled piece was on the back
of another poem and after reading it
I gave it the title you see.
This could quit possibly be me
spewing my venom towards
and officer or other jerkoff
of higher rank fucking with me
during my time on board
the USS Nimitz.
The line about the "holy sea's"
might be a clue!
Either way...
I like it!
You wicked muthafucka you!
Wicked Man
Oh can it be what I see
Empty hands starring back at me
I am one and I have come
To take back the dream you stole from me
That's left my life a catastrophe
Oh here I come no where to run
You're a wicked man
That no one else can stand
Destroying the plea's of the holy seas
You've run down every sound
That seems to be bright
You've burnt it to the ground
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