Seems appropriate today in light of the “New Foundation for American Greatness.”
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.
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.
money money money money,
money, money money.
money? money! money, money.
money money money
money money money money money.
money money money,
money money, money?
oh fuck. dude! fuck!
what’s your fucking deal, dude?
dude, fucking everything’s going fucking extinct!
no fucking way, dude.
i’m not fucking joking, dude. i’m reading about it right fucking now. fucking three-quarters of all species on earth are gonna fucking die off forever.
i’m fucking serious. fucking cheetahs, fucking apes, fucking bees and frogs and tons of other fucking shit.
that’s fucked. what the fuck are we doing about it?
well that fucking sucks.
i don’t know though, humans are pretty fucking smart.
what the fuck is that supposed to mean?
maybe they can fucking figure it out before everything is fucking dead.
fat fucking chance.
maybe build a fucking generator that cleans all the fucking pollution out of the air and fucking cleans the oceans and shit. fucking elon musk this shit.
no fucking way.
why you gotta be so fucking negative, dude?
cause it’s fucking humans that fucking caused this fucking thing in the first fucking place.
maybe now that we know we’re fucking killing every fucking thing on earth, maybe we can fucking do something about it.
yeah, i fucking hope so.
fuck… why you gotta talk about that shit? now i’m all fucking depressed.
you think it makes me fucking happy? i feel like shit now.
dude, let’s go get some fucking food.
good fuckin’ idea, dude.
oh, did i tell you i fucking lost my fantasy football league? got fucking second to fucking hosk’s fucking girlfriend.
dude, that fucking sucks.
i fucking know, dude. fucking sucked major.
buy buy buy world.
the vortex of our collective ignorance
is swirling in the pit of our guts.
we’ve broken ourselves apart.
striving towards a store bought life.
a gate to keep out guilty thoughts of privilige
and poor people.
existing because economy.
real vs. fake as in:
the russians are coming!
pizza-pedos hide in plain sight!
this election was a battle between two sides!
it all becomes real because
no one knows what is
schools flushed down the toilet.
left vs. right forever.
this hollow land
viewed through a screen
is suffocating in its complete lack
of ambition and kindness and
there is no other purpose
for everything or
bills on a pallet,
numbers in a numbered account
that no one wants you
to know about.
blood of the kids?
our greatest treasure.
humongous footprints of evil
that look like craters on a dead planet.
we are ants in the shadows of
bring me the head of terror and
i know it will be a
shuffle the papers,
say ‘i don’t recall,’
win the game with lawyers.
don’t forget to take
their curtains. i know
the baby is screaming in
his dead mother’s bleeding arms
but there’s a market
for tragic collectibles.
there’s no fighting this monster
which is us.
the invisible hand guides us in relation
to one another, but
maybe we were supposed to be alone.
there is purity in the humble self.
peace in meditation, introspection,
or we could just share,
give, awaken ourselves
to our own evil.
we could give relentlessly
to fight away our greed.
my dad has a poster,
“teamwork: none of us is as dumb
as all of us.”
we will destroy this planet.
hubris is what tells us
we’ll survive. that we’re
we are the unsinkable
if you need me, i’ll be
reading books to kids in an
elementary school bunker
that is everyday closer to
being taken away.
and the kids,
all born since this war was 8,
fuck them, right?
we will use them later
to die for our
peace of mind?