Micah Park Biffle

    A Round Table Greed   I have found myself as mad as the Tell-Tale Heart. I see them and I want to silence their grovelling. Their incessant need to banter about their virtuous tongues. How mighty they talk as they sip the most expensive brandy in the city.   How well their words be versed from their academic life. S  compelling, so persuasive you just might believe them. But I see it, I see their greedy eyes dart to each to others extravagance. Each talking up themselves up like children.   Oh how trivial all this be. How dull their senses must be. Their egos inflate with each sip of brandy as their character loosens like a whore through out the night. I wish to deal great death to them, maybe poison their drinks or.....or cut out their hearts one by one forcing each to watch.   Ha, how glorious it would be, to feel their warm hearts die in the grip of my hand as the blade  lay flush upon their now silent chests. Oh, but if I be th...

Keyboard Justice   He sits snarling at his monitor as he reads out his comment. His skin boils with rage as he commits his virtuous act. "A few more changes and it this should shut him down!" he says as his glasses sit snug against his face reflecting the luminous screen.    He scans through his comment a few more times before submitting his textile thought ensnared in outrage. His greasy hair hanging well beyond his shoulders. His skin glistening like spilled oils beneath moonlight.   His fingers tapping gently upon his keyboards as he reads his words as is Shakespeare himself has written them. Carefully examining each and every word. "I'll show him, that bigoted asshole. I'll tear him a new one. His Nazi driven words shall be thoroughly criticized out of existence.  His hate speech drivels with such endless ism's. How dare he be given a platform!"  His eyes piercing into every word of his comment as if to frighten it into truth. His right ...