Everyone But You
I grow indifferent, I cross my arms
show me one more coffin
one more won’t make a difference
one more draped flag won’t change a thing
show me one more naked “eighteen” year old
you know the pose
your thinking of it now
she got paid what does she care
enjoy her
her eyes show wanting
she wants you to
she wants you
one more joint wont make or break the drug trade
one more hit won’t hurt
Mexico is a long way from here
it is they who are corrupt, not we
experts talk to you about the facts they found
percentage of people who agree
arguments for sanity by majority are sane
ravings inscribed into stone become proverbs
no matter how insipid or insane
what will it change
nothing either way
the cooperations buy our attention
billboards block vistas
give them what they want
package lies attractively
whatever will sell
justify their actions with scripture
Go ahead co-opt Orwell for your commercial
A CGI reincarnate Lumumba selling Diamonds for DeBeers
it is only a matter of time
even this poem is limited by those who read poetry
a certain soul
who prefers Russian lit to revolution
who can read about injustice and redemption
and not see it pass them on the street
keep writing you own stuff and keep reading mine
one day you will find a publisher
one day your audience will come to you
one day you will be rich and famous
you and I both
but maybe
there’s hope
maybe
this poem finds itself in the hands
of a crazy person, a miraculous patsy
this crazy person often thinks stuff is about them when it isn’t
like the FBI is following them or God sent them or that the weather girl is talking directly to them
you know directing them
telling them to do things
well this poem is
this poem is telling you kill one of the following people
Glen Beck, Paris or Perez Hilton, Joe Francis and/or Dick Cheney
kill them because they are dead already
and they are just are a cancer
because if you do. . .
ahh, forget it
weeds are weeds
kill one and five more will take it’s place
in a democracy the soil always the problem
you can go back to being crazy
I heard some disturbing things about government satellites and mind control
and don’t forget
Jesus is coming back
and he is hella-mad at everyone but you
