Pestilent Man Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

His heart beat like a racketeer
Pounding into his chest
He moved like a steam powered locomotive
Sweat spilled out of his skin
His limbs exploded onto the ground like long missiles
His determination was running at full speed
One guy was on the ground in front of him
Two guys were violently bulgeoning
the young man with kicks in repetion
The man ran at the young people and cried out,
'Hey stop, stop! '
The two misguided young ones ran off.
He asked the beaten fool what happened
he walked away not saying a word of thanks
Maybe this young ungrateful pestilent man
would have been killed if this had been allowed to continue
What a fool, I'm embarrassed to be apart of his race
But I'm not perfect
I too need to shed my imperfections
It was a personal territorial war to be sure
This is the rabid animal inside coming alive
because it has been fostered and exposed
Release the animal and control yourself
This black evil lives inside too many