Metaphor Poem by Justin Reamer

A bucketful of elephants,
Sitting atop my chest,
Butterflies in my stomach,
Making me nervous inside,
A smile that shines,
That makes me sweat,
And yet goes down with
Every bead of width.

A shot from a gun,
Going through my chest,
An arrow in my heart,
Making me nauseous,
And pain that makes
Me die right here and now,
For I cannot stand to see
This happening to my
Very own soul.

Men are pigs,
And women are monsters,
Tearing apart everything
They have together.

Men are simple
And stupid,
And have no emotions
Whatsoever,
And are cruel,
And are hurtful.
They are good at
Tearing out people's hearts.
Hence they are Mars,
Who wages war on everyone,
And are swine,
Who gluttonous in all,
And they are wolves,
Dowsed in their own conceit.
They are snakes,
Who are too proud and vain
To help anyone else,
And they are the owl,
Who knows every dirty trick,
And they are the hawk,
Who cares for no one but himself,
And is shrewd beyond all reckoning.

Women are complicated,
For they have many emotions,
And cannot explain what they are feeling,
And, yet, they do,
For they somehow manage.
They are sirens,
Who sing with a beautiful voice,
But end up eating out the heart
Of the man who loves her;
They are hyenas,
Who know how to play tricks,
So they can get what they want,
And get the food they deserve;
They are foxes,
Who are sly and sneaky,
And are barely noticeable,
For they are inconspicuous;
They are wolves
Who travel in packs
And prey on the unfortunate;
They are Venus,
Who expresses her beauty,
But ends up hurting people
In the very end.

For an arrow in the heart
Is a shot to the head,
And a missing heart
Is a missing soul,
For this is how it is,
If we do not fix it.