Spirit of mess [Poem]





Without alcohol, I am certain it has its funky smelly plan.

It makes a mess out of people and places, it argues a lot too,

Dominating the human psyche is what it wants,

it will never have that, it likes it’s mess a lot,

it isn’t artistic, it is vile, repugnant and distressing to those who aren’t in its grasp.

It is a spirit you have to take it seriously, it can be deadly.

Disorder and chaotic suffering is what it wants.

It is not a Mamo. I don’t hear it’s name today, it is quiet. I know it doesn’t like me.

It is something bad. Something sentient and awful.

Appeasing the discord of these beings is a full time job.