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words from an optimist

first,

a raccoon wrapped within its own intestine.

the asphalt is its grave; i swerve to miss it.

we shared the same air, maybe even a

common ancestor.

someone moved too fast to care.

its the ones with

fast cars and slow minds

pretty faces and ugly intent

artificial kindness but genuine hate

i'm not your friend

just a similar sense of self

it is

fat priests playing golf

lottery ticket paradises

restaurants

embellished mechanized slaughter

fake laughter and even faker love

shopping mall environmentalists

lexus-driving christians

paychecks, TV, lawn mowing sundays

drink yourself to death

please.

the least among us in control

deprived of the mind

the stench of their egos

and their hypocrisy

the gasoline, the cash, and the forced smiles

as i write people die

children die

i'm like many

the fool who knows

but does nothing

the one who doesn't know

that's the good person

the moral person.

 

second,

a rant, a ****** off rage

the days are stale, self-actualize, the Earth remains the same

dry and motionless

middle-class frustration, planetary confusion,

the ***** of the Earth,

capsized like dying branches

in a wal-mart state of mind,

stupid slobs, rodent minded social egoists

over-organized, clean freak object fetishists

the evolutionary dollar sign

they bay at the moon, it's made of cheesecake

phase transitioning,

you blood clot, Earthly blood clot,

you don't know art

now there's ancient blood on my hands

smokeless, plantless, Earthless blood

detached from Gaian consciousness

stain on the mind

confused, clogged pathways,

clogged with

self-righteous mind flood

piles of ***** tissue,

waning and waxing

force feed me your ******** please

because i have no idea how to answer

in this cultural blood bath

it is the

end of time

the end of mind.

 

:aaphi

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