chasing your big dicks around in circles
like your half-assed philosophies
spoon fed to you by books edited by
the poor cesspit you climbed out of
constantly sucking you back in
eating what you eat and living off
every emotion you feel
keeping you in a box
of which you tac
up pretty
pictures
of
your
dogs
and
kids
and
you
paint
them
and
sit
in
them
and
think
about
nothing
but
what
else
should
go
in them
and
that’s what’s most important in this world
because everyone needs their picket [...]
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this is why man is the cancer of the earth
Posted in Poetry, Prose on May 10, 2008 | 1 Comment »