Prose inspired by real life, events from a world conspiring against itself. The first stanza is a direct quote from a friend and her dismay that I attempted to convert into prose. The title of this piece are the initials from the first (4) words in the first and last stanzas of the poem, a direct quote from Ms. Jones (hat tip).
stressed
heartbroken
angry and evil
as fuck
the obscenity of the screen
seems to scream
out in real life.
The soulless walk
walk the Earth
accosting Queens
slaying Kings
scattering our seeds –
on cursed ground
where blessings take
no root –
no compass
as honor falters
the elevator stalls –
proverbially and metaphorically
on the ground floor
where there is
a dearth of worth
can it be surmised
or assumed
that we are
summarily doomed?
But grace
percolates via
clenched fists and
hot tears, sacred shouts
prayers from legions
of the most righteous –
that shout with
the concussive force of…
when is enough of being?
stressed
heartbroken
angry and evil
as fuck.
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