not sure where this goes. I refuse to discard this among the poetry thread. Its like casting a ballot (it wont matter and ill never see that text again). I went to this Chinese place With the hot counter Serve how many dead "All the entrees!" It was lunchtime A little under one, actually And, I'm so hungry Food would be sex right now The place is really full I half-expect Fire Marshall Bill to Come out and bitch This couple eject rom their seats No doubt to move on to Their next conquest A lonely couch Sitting at home I take the space for me and my mom Who since I last saw her is experiencing A rational spell She calls me up Because it's our turn to order, and she can't hear Me Over the cacophony of "New shoes" and "Somebody who wasn't me Did something amazing today." I get up and tell her And this ratty woman Steals my spot And i turn back "That's my seat." "No, it's not." "Yes, and you saw me sitting there." I laugh and try to diffuse the situation "You're welcome to sit here, though But this will not be your seat exclusively." And, she might as well have vomited in my face: "Why are you acting so weird?" WHAT THE SHIT? Since when is it strange to be kind to strangers?
What if that day Was the day i turned a new leaf Set out to entreat my Fellow man to a future of compassionate exercise? This bitch would've ruined it I say would've Because it wasn't the day I was just being practical This supposed altruism Doesn't warrant Twenty blowjobs From the most wizard Karmic Ministry of Appropriations That would be an interesting form of currency It would promote Harmonious symphonies of patience and resolve In places where other peaceful visionaries may have failed And just try to inflate that! Back to the bitch... Fuck her Fuck every traumatizing moment she's ever had Her terrible friends Her indifferent husband Shitty parents Society for refusing to go along with the joke I assume we are all in on We're gonna dies someday And this is it I don't know if you think You're gonna win a fucking boat or Tickets to Jeopardy When you die Thats your problem Apparently, gods gonna give you a Big, wet rim job in the sky Don't make that my fantasy Fuck all the people that made this place full And started this fuckery If we were fruit flies In someone's face No one would hesitate to exterminate us Because theres too many of us They'd just WHACK Or more efficiently CHHHHHH Get some Zyklon B in here Eradicate the world The dreamers, the Haters Engineers and artists "The strongest of the strange" And the weakest of the pedestrian The whispers and the fizzles The still who become nothing The strokers and the jokers The liars and the hurters their victims The hurt Let them all commune As corpses Shrouded in each others tv dinner flesh Forming radio towers of death Whichll send our message of infinite srlf-destruction into space And when future civilizations Discover the sum of our History They will marvel at How right we were Everything ends and Nothing is changed Save for the absence Of our bellicose philosophies The violence at the end of The universe Is inherent in every living Creature Though us humans, we speak At deafening levels compared to other species Our level of intelligence Makes us the definitive The essential Though, unauthorized Guide to the inner-workings Of all creation We are thr vessels of The histories For all eternity You are the librarian Maintain it DONT LET IT FALL INTO DECAY Or let vagrants Rip out pages From your stories To aid in their defecation Think on this Next time you feel sad Because no one came to your 'Madproblem Men' party