The Demigods Pen Poem by Phil Charters

writers pen
in a well of
sarcasm dipped
with skillful mirth
moves the hand
of the demigod
so my life designed
a character
the reader shall
not read
caught in a traffic jam
of mindless beings
staring down
the corporate state
like insects
to the bug zapper
attracted to ones own
demise
by ever bigger
dollar signs
seen but rarely
touched
where a millennium
swiftly ends
I fight my self
to free
from my authors mind
stomp, shout
turn to run
but torpid character
weigh heavy
flows the demigods pen
I am forced along
myself torpid.