This poem is about releasing revenge on shallow, materialistic people. A person has taken so much from people being bullied, made fun of, because he is destitute and not attractive to women..the result, revenge on those who do him wrong.
Shallow is your hopeless soul,
hollow is your grave;
Dig yourself an empty hole,
I shall set the blaze;
Hail to my pyre,
ritualize and chant,
raise my hands up to the sky,
cast away and laugh.
Shallow is your hopeless soul,
hollow is your grave;
Mirrored in your narrow hole,
slave to my flame;
If this is our humanity,
let fools have their way;
Beware of my profanity
released from me in vain.
Paul Hickey
11-22-11
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