Uncle Max

Absolute, Resolute.
Maximillion stands to reason.

And he stands up

to my father.

He stands on the pedestals of the poor,
And walks over the faces of the weak.
He gropes at the hands of the powerful,
Softly licking their fingers and picking the meat bits out of their chops.

He punches holes through things.

Like thick meaty walls and
Thick meaty balls.
Aluminum, Titanium, Cinnamon rolls.

Rapture beset by the narrow focus of his evil machinations.

Colloquial protests, knees bent and hands up high to the sky
In the clouds
On the moon
Over the planet Pluto
Which is still a planet
In the eyes of Maximillion who shits
Red Wine
And pisses
Vinegar
On his enemies who are weak and defenseless but not Max no he could fight you, he could fight you and win because he has the skills he is so dirty at shit you don’t even want to step to Maximillion.

No, you don’t.