Sieg Heil!
yah They werent gonna call it
that
Theyd have some other cry for
it but itd be the same fuckin thing
so he was readying warming up his shoulder
really stretching it out
getting
it pliable
he was gonna be spectacular at it
able to sling his arm up into
the air at a crack of the moment like a fuckin gunslinger
Billy the Kid
Billy wasnt gonna have shit on
him
he was gonna be so fuckin good
They would have no idea he was mocking them
an exaggeration
a farce blown out to the absurd
for as best he could tell Devotees
were extreme
were outlandish
and hed be sure to fit right in
with his pompoms and cheerleading get-up
tears ruining his eyeliner and
make-up
Mein Kampf would follow in
record time
possibly surpassing the utmost Very
timely
Uniting and Strengthening
America by Providing Appropriate Tools Required to Intercept
and Obstruct Terrorism Act
of 2001
what an act!
he could see its tiles shaking
loose like those of the space shuttle
and like Challenger
doomed
kicking around for only a matter
of time
Fuck!
(maybe a little crestfallen)
he had hoped that marching goosestepped
would be outdated or outmoded
itd be a helluva lot more work
getting his hips loosened up enough to legitimately mock
the chorusline
he really didnt wanna be a poor
actor for his part
he wanted to be convincing
had to be convincing!
he wanted to snarl and spit
with the best of Them scream for blood throw bodies on
bonfires
Ride that unfurling wave of Entitlement
lying
at the foot of his utter contempt and resentment
hmm
best watch that
best worry he might sound bitter
had to keep it vigorously in
check
bitterness always tends to carry an acrid smell
like Black Death seeping
through sachets worn like birdbills to ones head or how honey
didnt always hide the taste of
medicine carried in its amber
certainly a child
wouldnt imagine their parents
would slip them something nasty
Oh but something nasty they did let slip
something spun from out of
their control
as if they ever had control
and taking on a life of its
Own
traipsing ways unimagined
one mans garbage another mans
treasure
but that whiff
that stiff unsettling whiff
of somethings gone bad
and something smelling that it
ought to be buried
and very soon
or spores form
and spores fly
and so many unexpected things become
tainted
once begun
Rot
is hard to stop
1804, Thursday,
22 8. 13
