i do not
advocate
the use of
psychedelics
as a coping
mechanism

for a world
on fire

i do wish
the electrified
bats haunting
my entirely
too nervous
system would
ease back on
the hellspresso
a moment to admire

the revolution
we all seem to be
waiting for someone
anyone
fucking some random
goddamn idiot dressed
as a ww2 pilot
who just so fucking happens
to identify as a doberman
(and knows a guy in the village
yeah, it’s totally sketch but
but makes the fur suits out of
real authentic battle worn
uniforms) could accidentally
maybepleasefucking

start

and if it is televised
i am waiting until someone
sums it up on youtube
forfucksake i can’t be
expected to coordinate
my shoes with armageddon
withallthesecamerasinmyface
a sea of stars reflected
in the bipolarized shades
in which a manic fool fiddles
frantically snapping his
arthritic fingers to the
dulcet sounds of chaos quaking

does this ironic t shirt
say stone/cold/vamping
or
because i am almost positive
if you cut me right now
a technicolor desynchronization
could occur while the empty suits
crash the economy like it’s a
fresh keg and we ain’t quitting
until the freshmen fucking puke
and the gremlins keep shouting
we need to pour some gasoline
on the entire fucking thing
and maybe rub one out as
the oil wells burn choking
the skies the same way microplastics
are starving our fucking brains

fuck.

how fucking sad is it when the poets
have to toss the first fucking round
of molotovs to get this party started.

it iust takes one spark
to ignite the cleansing
flames of change
just don’t look for it here
i am just waiting for the recap