some gadgetry



some gadgetry

may work

and some may suck



and some may snuffle into your intestines

and come up grinning



red eyes blazing

over silver teat



your grey guts

pooling on the red earth

beneath



it's a matter of policy

to blow up families



mothers, brothers

and the arms off kindergartners



and it's a matter of fucking reality

that ready or not here we come



and we are insane

and we will rule you

and we will kill you



and we don't care if you die



god bless america