And now the years are catching up with me, my distended belly disgorging spurts of rotten ****

And now the porcelain god grows to encompass the whole of reality

And now my energy wanes by mid-day, no longer capable of fifty-hour work days

And now, too, the flames of rebellion in me are stoked by capitalist bellows

And now the anger I lived with for so long has metastasized to the culture at large

And now I inspect my mirror image fatefully waiting to discover receding hair line, bleeding gums, and liver spots

And now the world at large coddles up to fascism like it was a warm fire on a dark night of the soul

And now I prepare my soul for the blood I will shed in the name of peace, the blood with which I will wash my hands

And now my friend's houses are burning to ashes while the rich horde water like wealth

And now I beg the god I hardly believe in for restitution, or another CEO slaying to fuel their fear

And now I lay my head to rest upon mother earth's breast and wait for the waves to take me