I would say something about the disgusting-ness
of things that are human
but the beauty in that statement
is just
that humanity is temporary
and its pain
is in fleeting victories
that seem in retrospect
to convey that meaning of proximity to ego and id.
One time
I threw a bible
at a bible salesman
and boy
did he quickly forget
about Jesus Fucking Christ...
maybe like those plague bitten rats
cursed as Crusaders
who wiped their ass
with the Virgin Mary
and knew only of Rome's blood-stained future
that shook the West
worse than an Aztec Lobotomy.
These days I just smoke
used to be
the other way around
where they smoked each other's powdered bones
like a cannibal carnival
only through them
only with them
do i know how to weep,
can you?
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