the new dark
age: a celebration
pretend you mean something to me,
or at least try
to
fucking liar,
fucking bastard,
fucking whore and
yes
this is the litany muttered in bedrooms
filled with the reek of piss and fear
this is every priest that ever
raped a child
nailed to the corpse of his uncaring savior
do you see why
dead junkies don’t matter?
do you care that the baby
is set on fire?
of course not
we are dogs in heat being hung from
the girders of the main street bridge
we are pregnant mothers
raped and machine-gunned and
why would you act surprised?
look who you elected
look whose ass you lick
seems like a waste of time to
start whining
about the taste of shit now
--John Sweet
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