Diseased Embodiment in Personification

Pretend like it doesn't matter:
people with their idle chatter
play with your name, a food platter
of tattered reputations in scatter-shot formations
vacations in the Bahamas and easy-going everything,
but they don't see commitment in a ring.

It's an asinine indignant fling,
but they're flinging words hard and fast
singing demonic verses, uttering curses
and don't see disease in despondent dispute.

The speaker, astute;
picking at the processed fruit
pointing at your tattered suit,
playing hatred on a flute.


Planning to shoot,
he's planning to shoot!-
Lead-capped frustrations
in scatter-shot formations.