Saturday, July 9, 2016
ego my LEGO
one can only listen
to the manifestos of
the starfucking legion
sociopaths of this
damp asylum
our fair city
for so long before
the din of their
self-obsession
is echoed in anxious
infant refrain burning
runes into charred foreheads
in one's own paranoid
visions of grandiose magic
or manic determination
to spite imagined
machinations of some
god or nature or
ancient beastly visage
keeping us each from
fucking the beautiful
or eating the weak
taking what is ours
killing when it serves
loving when it serves
our master('s) plan
every empty prophet here
has created their idol
and chosen a personal
lord from whom
the anonymous impersonal
submission to convention
can be translated
into the highly
intimate language
of direct slavery
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