rape the planet with your cock-
she’s open just beneath you.
kill the darkies in the name of god-
their differences beseech you.
sacrifice the children’s chance-
they couldn’t ever need you.
pay your way past the pearly gates-
indulgences will free you.
Seems appropriate today in light of the “New Foundation for American Greatness.”
thanks to everyone who has been reading throughout the years
i’ve published a book of stuff from this site here.
(don’t worry. i left out all the really shitty stuff.)
please support the Benevolent Economy that we all hold so dear, and buy this book.
i am 30 years old, and although i have always dreamed of writing a book, i don’t know that i ever thought it would actually happen.
to be fair, i took the easy way out and self-published.
my words are in print, and i am happy about it.
so thank you very much for reading.
cheers to a better world someday… or right now.
whichever is fine.
your shameless author
we’re going to the thrift store while my government drops bombs in syria.
i might look at the used books as we enter another middle eastern conflict.
it’s half off day as the press ramps up their estimation of ‘brave’ president fuckface.
i’ll say excuse me as the old lady with a full cart pushes past me in a narrow aisle of clothes, but neither of us will mention the fact that our country has recently started waging another war.
what was i supposed to get? i think, as i forget entirely about neil gorsuch.
i hope to find some record player speakers before a warhead lands on our soil.
we also need to find a shirt for me to wear on my wedding day, which will be 2 months in to another occupation without end.
the fact that
we will each die
is not a gruesome thing.
gruesome is living life
terrified of an inevitable death.
fear of death
must not destroy a life
it’s better to welcome the sun
than run from the shadow.
stare it in the face
just park that jet on grandma.
put the tank in the library.
let’s store these grenades in that school.
drive that humvee over to the junk heap.
there’s a pond for that naval vessel.
this prison will go great with our dog pen.
course you can fly your drones where you’d like.
barbed wire? there’s more back in the baby’s crib,
she don’t mind. she’s little.
peace will prevail because
peace always prevails
but will our peace prevail
with a laugh or with a
gust across our dead cold quiet
the market is so efficient
that our crisis
is making people rich.
the same people who
rigged the structure
to fall apart.
and they said we’d never let
the terrorists win.