FUCK!
he stood up from the couch walked across
the room to the sliding glass door and pulled the vertical blinds shut across
its face disturbed by the shape of malevolent
ape or an ugly closer-to-simian homo erectus face hanging in the digger pine across
the yard
he couldnt see the outline of a
voluptuous naked woman in it or a woman pursing warm full lips could he
NO a lurking ape eyeing him maliciously
ill-intent etched in its low brow
menace in its sharp dark sockets
it seemed to construe the red
paper Christmas cup sitting on the coffee table his girlfriend emptied and left
the evening before
he hadnt gotten around to cleaning
it up
feeding the cats indoor and out were the first order of business
making a fresh pot of black coffee
then as the coffee brewed
contending with the feed for the six quarts of emptied hummingpig glass
canisters
they had long
since wiggled out of any -bird straitjacket
they ate like pigs and
he didnt think anything other than
a pig ate like a pig until these iridescent feathered
lightning bolts
the ape was displeased it seemed
by the red paper cup
it seemed to smack of the First
World problem American religious fundamentalists did
accusing a corporation of demeaning
Christmas hating Jesus by not embellishing their CHRISTmas cups with appropriate
holiday decorations
which aint the Devil smelling of
sulfur crouching in empty doorways to leap on passing believers and filling
their skulls with marbled putrid cum-filling
Tainting them for all Eternity
returned to the couch he wondered
what social media -- as if its the finger-stuck-in-your-nose-to-drag-you-around-by --
might fulminate if a corporation (in its ultimate wisdumb --
because theyre all that smart arent they) decided to acknowledge Kwanzaa the Star of David Allah
Mohammad Shiva Shinto kami
and on an on an on
acknowledge theres a Big World out there as
exceptional as Capitalistic America is and its (Hidden) money-grubbing
whatever would social
media do
offhanded
hed suggest they shove it up
their ass
but
he imagined they would have to pull things out before they shoved things in
and he didnt want
to know
NO he could imagine
An Anus Is a Terrible Thing to
Waste*
1109, Twosday,
10 11. 15
1557,
Twosday, 10 11. 15
* no ill-intent or disrespect
meant --
the United Negro College Fund
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