who rode the wonderbread ass of christianity into the evening redness of the west
who could not be friends with
women and stuck them under his horny dominioned thumb
who had to die at 3x the age
of his subversive lord
while clinging to capitalism’s
wretched raft on exploitation’s infinite sea
who now is not past some
pearly gates on streets of stolen gold (or even in one of many hells from alighieri's to shaw's to zurn's)
but with the 107,602,707,791
other humans, food for worms
who surely seems rock hudson’s
closet lover
whose life resembled your
average middling amerikan ceo or entertainer and not at all his subversive lord
and master
who never once did ayahuasca
who killed so many cows and
flew in so many planes, laundering these common genocides with the inane blab
of his pimp the lord jesus christ of the republic of the disunited hates of
amerika
who swooned under the barbaric
voice of his own subscription to stupidity
who belonged to if anything
the pumping party of regressive consciousness and lollipop cliché
who participated calculatingly and naively as the rich in the growing treacherous gap between word and earth
fuck you
fuck you
fuck you
billy billy billy billy
fuck you in
the ass of asses forever and ever
amen
