Let's Hold Up Our Glasses And Make A Toast

Here's To The Liars,
The Cheaters,
The Hatrers,
And The Women Beaters  

Here's To The Feet Draggers,
Body Baggers,
The Backstabbers,
And The Joint Draggers

Here's To The DUI Kills,
People Tryin To Keep It "Trill",
People Who Don't Reach To Pay The Bill,
And To The People Who Need A Refill

Here's To The Governments Killing Their Own,
Here's To Telemarketers Who Blow Up My Phone,
To The People In My Life Who Keep Breaking Me,
To That One Boy With A Heart Cold As Stone

Here's To The Chemistry Tests,
Being Enternally Upset,
Enternally Recked,
Here's To The People Who Scream In My Face

Here's To All The Pain,
Heres To The Knifes Which Have Cut A Vein,
To All The Guys Who Just Wanna Piece Of ***
Heres To All The People I Dread In My Math Class

As You Can See.. I'm Not Even Holding A Glass

The wood floors screeched and scraped
As she yanked her bed aside
In a crazed hunt, sweeping for
Scraps; anything would do
A pinch, a taste, a crumb
She plucked the dirt and dust from chemical gems
Pooling the fragments in mounds
Sweat poured down her wrinkled brow
The room steamy from summer and glowing screen
Full of jobs she would not get, and friends she could not call
And music that had lost its mystery
A world she could not follow
Drawn shades and stinking clothes

Stash spots scoured, links to lenders soured
Pocket and purse empty funded
She collected her meager treasure
And consumed
Mush minded marsh of good and guilt

It wasn’t
Enough, it was never enough
Unsteady and emaciated bag of lone bones
Dials never-call-Paul, desperate
Hey baby, trade you a
Hit for a hit
Modded whip picked her up with mechanical lion roar
Of engine souped
Drag king down to explore

He handed her a zip, and a piece
Do your thing
She choked it down water eyed
His hand, a scorpion on her thigh

What is this, she asked
Lights divided; kaleidosynchro swimmers and dancer faces
Sounds sludge oozing and brain train no conductor
She faded in and out
Half aware that he was
Taking his turn to the same rhythm
Car behind a dumpster

Paul gyrated brutally, from every angle
Raw skinned and full of disease
It’s ok, it’s just me
You wanted this, he panted
In the ear of a tangled pile of limbs
Whose name escaped him

Pants hiked and belt buckled, they moved
She was sore, and hit more
By the time they stopped again, cold napping

The racer rolled into his chop shop
And the swarm huddled
Mechanics, painters, draggers, part lifters, negotiators
Muscled, scarred, tattooed, and greedy eyed
He let the mob have their turn
And they plowed her on the hood
One, another, another, two
Stretched and wrecked and broken
Across the street, a neighbor puffed a camel
And watched

Who is she, anyways?
I don’t know, just
Some
*****

He carried her to her room, left her
Half alive but wide eyed
The rest is in your pocket, I gave you extra
Because I’m a nice guy

She crawled into the shower, where she leaked pink drops
And her tears were invisible
Sobbing, and rocking, and scrubbing
Exhaled her high from an empty bag
I can’t go on

From the covens of whitening shame
in shame upon shame upon shame
contemptible mired in contempt upon contempt
upon contempt

hiding in broad red sunset of blood red infamy
they huddle in red puddles to muddle in unison
these infernal leagues in fevered infamy
see them in profanity
in tattered minds and doublethink
they titter and witter in gormless chatter
and how they cry and decry

and in whimpering roars they bend to stand
snorting and snarling they tremble and shake to twist
prancing in baleful hackneyed discontents
incumbent in the ambiguities of green-eyed visionaries
gnawing hungrily at the banquets of inefficacy by inadequacies
ravaged by inherent bloodlust the vile nihilists
in shameless nakedness walks in crippled strides

cowards cowed only can only see threats
envy's palaces are hatred intimidation and destruction
a striking Noire in sight to be struck in strikes and strife
its carte blanche privilege
its the privilege of renaissance knuckle-draggers
its peasants' privilege to make the sublime into the ridiculous

Hail Caesar The Supremacist
The Tribune holds the best and fittest moors are put in the Arena
And fed to the Three Lions
In unison we stand
Rome dost spake in Plato's Athenians democracy
It is a privilege



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He walks in their midst
" yet never amongst them as he is not of them
they quake and shiver and then tremble shake
for before them walks he they can never be
he of the conscience they do not possess
the sighted to their plucked eyes
the voice regale to the waking deaf and dumb
the one that marries courage and bravery in holy wedlock
and can sit in the temple of wisdom that is beyond their unknowns
and in smooth charismatic glow he hauls out their innards
for in spirit he has returned them to base truth in fallacies
coated them in the shame of their lame high horses
and sang to them the hymns of the un-redeemed usurpers
and the knuckle-draggers in Levi and trainers howl in pain
while the serpents crawl around hissing in fevered furies and bile
dispensing ***** cakes and mind altering smoke screens
the rich currency of hate wrapped in jealous envelopes
back-handers and hand-jobs and calloused massages
" get him " they all invoke for there's a fire in that man
its unlike the fire that castigate our beings
its near righteous and all consuming
watch its plumes holds no hazy reflections
it shows us for what we are in hideous glare
**** the fire **** the flames for we know no truths
for to know him is to fear him
he walks in our midst
but he is not one of us "