Ode to an Evil Man

You.

 You slug will constantly live in a state of controlled hysteria. Your thoughts will be twisted in knots, your heart will race, and you will ceaselessly be looking over your shoulder because I am the patient unknown who is intent on making your life a miserable mess of all things dirty and nasty. You will be smelling your own sweat you coward.
You will itch and scratch at the very thought of what lies ahead of you in the darkness of your next  walk, into the business of others.
You will hide in a corner squatted down wetting your pants as you quake in your smelly low hanging jeans. Wishing your cell had not gone dead because you were afraid to open the door of the hovel you call home to charge it for fear. Because... WAIT there may be an loud explosion. Oh no that was what you said wasn’t it? In the beginning? You Bully. 
Well again what goes around comes around. Beware of your words for they can fill your mouth like rotten peas. What mayhem might you unknowingly wreak by going north instead of south?  Your thoughts put into a small bag of chaos, lies and dirty deeds threatens to cross your mind at every turn, lurking you see your cheating spouse, an undiscovered tumor, the murderous X, , the bacteria in the fast food cafe, the teen with the hoodie from the last cheated drug deal oh yeah the one with the gun. At any given moment, your life is falling apart as fast as you’re shoring it up. Listen, it’s you screaming in agony Oh and you will speak it fluently. For you there is only one season, the season of sorrow, agony, the hell you have bought into.