my back hurts and i have no lotion to soothe the pain and alleviate the aches
that crack within the walls
of this treasured
illusion.




pointed
remarks
by dicators
slip from the tongues of squirrelly
amusements
and feast
within the belly of hanged entrails.



the last of us
are starving
and the few
that have
remained
will be shot down
like


a gross animal among the astonished herd