we interrupt this loosely aggregated sense

of denial of torpor to bring you a mind

encased in deleterious human wax.

but you you just had nine hours of sleep fucker so you should be the game



yet lunchtime was a slick and soiled

bag of bile-soaked dope ticking for dark

masses recounted in white houses of shallow

bovinity post-post modernity and shit



his moms abused him because he was ugly

like she was too so go homeless till you

no go no more and no your life will not be

cast or a popular reality show



stupidity is the new chastity: remove plastic items

from penumbral orifices of elimination and reproduction

and fuck till blue.

fuck till blue,



fuck till blue.

yeah and

here's hoping

the next drink



is a good one