poem of the day 07.18.13

and he says

ninety-eight degrees

eighty in this place

this city smells like body odor

rancid food and dog shit

and he says

it ain’t just about

stamp catalogs, kid

there’s a war going on out there

or didn’t you know?

a holy war

christians versus muslims

world war iii

shit, and you don’t

even have a security guard in this place

all these kids

you stupid clueless people

some towel head could come in here right now

and blow this fucking place to smithereens

hell, i’m in here now

i could do it

well, not me

but someone like me with time on his hands

some jew or muslim

brothers in arms to the end

only they keep tearing each other apart

like it’s world war iii, man

and he says

did you know we’re all jewish?

me

you

that little black kid on the news

who got himself shot

all of us descended from the twelve tribes of israel

bet you didn’t know that either

and he says

but it ain’t about none of that

because this world is just dirty and sick

and if i find out you people

took those stamp catalogs

and are the ones selling them on ebay

for two bucks a page

i swear to god

i’ll have your jobs so fucking fast

you won’t know what hit you

to which i say

ninety-eight degrees outside

eighty degrees in here

this city smells like body odor

rancid food and dog shit

have mercy on us, sir

please have mercy on the damned.