Poet of Dread

I sit on high
Staring out beneath morphine lidded eye
Staring down,
Wishing death and destruction on your little town
I am this and that is me
And I am something else that I forget
I AM THE END OF DESTINY!!!!
Are you frightened
Well you should be, I am thumbscrew that is tightened
I am a horrid end
Mangled by times machinery and am no friend
No imagination am I lacking
From this endless hacking
Yes you guessed it, I'm slacking
Should be working at my desk,
Stacking venues pecking keys it is my occupation that I risk
Pretending on Facebook
And ruling on Human Pets you got it right
I am just a fry cook