Friday, July 29, 2022

Birth To Burn Pits

tear apart the courtyard fairies 
fairy tales from the starry-eyed start 
don’t hold your breath until you die
your rest is on the house 

the bill would never pass the last reservations 
smashed in the past buckets temptations
overflowing chum butter gutter scum 
fluttering butterflies sunlit cum 
taste the fucking rainbow 

these are the same men and women ilk
beetling about like an infestation
quibbling with the worms over vestiges of silk

the brutal crisis thrives on the flies 
eating eyes on mounds of composted soldiers 
requesting aid for the smoke inhaled 
the chemical sear of lungs 
the crawling corporate wars waged on wages 
arms and gasses for further forward passes 

of the armchair wealthy nasal grating
murderers and psychopaths inflating
in your nation’s capital
in your grocer’s freezer
up your ass around the corner
everywhere you turn
you burn

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