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We Are Master
We are garbage mouthed corporate fucks
sitting around a table. Spread before us
are charts and graphs that we are
jacking off each other over. So excited
in our plans to build another building.
Fuck the poor. Fuck the struggling. Let
them be moved to welfare districts. They
are not people, they are fleas to be contained.
Distressful rabbits needing to be skinned.
Unsavoury bastards needing to be dismissed.
We don't care about those we pretend not
to notice. We do not love unwashed bodies
when we sit like fucking morons in some
concrete and steel mentality. Waving our
bank accounts as if this justified our
stinking souls. If the poor become too
much of an issue, start a war and send
them there to die. Sit on toilets of gold
social standing taking a collective shit
into the cesspool of the world. Be advised
we have the law on our sides. We not only
can take away your home, we can erase
your will to be a man. We can slip plastic
bags over your heads and watch you
struggle to survive. We don't care. We are
too busy sucking the cocks of the men
above us so that we may advance in
social standing. We are content to slip
away our sense of moral outrage as we
swallow the semen of surrender. Let us
all forget the cuts and scratches we
receive each and every day of our
useless living. Let us not bring to
mind the striving of the celestial soul
as we bend over and get dry fucked
in our asses by the right-wing thinking
dickheads we have decided to worship.
We spend their tax dollars on building up
our personas. We use their money to
create a world class Armed Forces. Fuck
the people if they want universal social
recognition. Fuck them if they want to
live with dignity and pride. We are the
corporate bastards that make the decisions
on what they will buy. We are the braindead
perpetuators of their funeral like cries.
We are what we are. We are what we are.
We don't give a flying fuck how many
parasites we exterminate. Don't get in
our way as we erect a government that
promotes our elitist values. If you want to
be free of us, just fucking die already.
Bio:
Over 200 of my poems have appeared in more than one hundred journals in the U.S. and Canada, in Japan and Australia, and the U.K, including: Real Angry Poets, Quills, Unfeigned Coffee Fiend, Detour Memphis, Why Vandalism?!, Plum Ruby Review, Vox Poetica, Outcry, The Hudson Review, Whisper, Poetry Space, Dangling Verbs, Writers Forum, Poesie, Cafe Del Soul, South Jersey Underground-Issue 6, Protest Poems, Poetry Stop, P&W, elffin&elffa;, and many others. I have had a series of chapbooks published in the 1980's by 4 Winds Press, such titles as "Doors and Windows", "Dancing in the Eighties" and "Slow Burn". I have had four poetry books published, "Teardrop of Coloured Soul" "I Walk Naked into a Cloud", "the Rushing Stream of Desires", and "A Yellow Sunshine Night".
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