Pachyderms are Made of Rubber
said the man to himself as he raised up the belt
and beat himself to a red swollen...
felt the sting of reprisal for his own survival
caught up in feelings, anger rivals-
that of his disgust running amuck
Revenge is no moral imperative, Chuck.
Why did she betray him? Hope sucked away,
left to die on the steps of a chapel;
he saw, too late, feelings never lie,