7 Apr

we get in lines and wait behind other people who are also waiting to die.
millions, carrying the putrid stench of idleness, mediocrity, and indolence.
this land may be your land
our land
but this land is too big
and too cursed.
systems here fail because they get watered down
by geography and equalizing opposition at The Helm.
the best way to withhold help
is to make believe it was there to begin with,
but time and distance has faded it away, ground it down.
you simply live too far for the water to reach the cracked earth in your yard.
anger and discontent with humanity infiltrates like aggressive cancer;
meanwhile what concerns us most is sodomy;
is parasitic drain on safety nets;
is freedom for our guns and lifestyle.
meanwhile what concerns us most
are inconsequential results of fictitious races,
sports contests, and singing competitions on television.
we are despicable animals
with filthy habits and obtuse natural instincts,
punctuated by large brains expert at delivering polluting, circular discourse
and served with sides of vanity and self-importance.


3 Responses to “lines”

  1. Matt 07/04/2009 at 10:47 AM #

    The lines keep building. Growing. Gestating with a larger pulse with ocean like rhythms. Lots of death to happen. Lots of waiting to be had.

  2. Tom 07/04/2009 at 12:16 PM #

    Man, you nailed it. This is exactly how I am feeling today…

  3. (S)wine 07/04/2009 at 6:41 PM #

    yea. yea. and yea. to both of you.

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