"conflagrative" poems
Sartre could have taken Ghandi
In a burger eating contest,
or a bar fight;
they are dead.
No matter who you are,
you will die.
Torch your temples,
set fire to the preachers,
and **** on ash.
Embrace it.
Welcome this conflagrative absolve.
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 4:40 AM UTC