"ritualistically" poems

Tingly under the daisies; Glassy-eyed, glazed, greasy; Shaking, shivering, shuddering, Wishing, wandering, whimpering, Westernizing— Romanizing— Constitutionalizing— Institutionalizing— Perpetually searching And dying And living, Watching Death survive And scythe the frolickers, The prancers, The rompers, The merrymakers. A rose clamped between his Grinning teeth glistens brightly, And he dances so joyously. “Yes!” say the naysayers, Confused are the soothsayers, Lost are the cartographers. Oh, Utopia! The monks are extravagant; The meditations are a farce! The preachers are beggars And swindlers and chargers, And Machiavelli fulfills his wishes! Babies are stillborn, stabbed, and Ritualistically sacrificed, And their blood is spilled, drunk, Slathered over the ***** man. The evangelists scream and lie: “You are all predestined to die!” Oh, hail Utopia! Wedded are the girls to the girls; Wedded are the boys to the boys; Wedded is Death to Death, Life to Life, And Life to Death. Wedded are the living to the existent. And the milking babes are slaughtered Ceremoniously, Surreptitiously, Ostentatiously. Oh, hail great Utopia! We are all dead and unintelligent: Laugh, laugh, Einstein, at your Stupidity. Laugh, laugh, Temple Grandin at Your retardation. Laugh, laugh, laugh! Look at the sluggard, thou ant; Look at the boy, sobbing wolf; Aesop was drunk, Aristotle was delusional, Michelangelo was blind, Beethoven could hear, Poe was sane. And I can't read. They ramble, I watch. They sleep, I watch. They dream, I watch. They sleep-talk, I watch. They scream, I watch. They choke, I watch. They suffocate, I watch. Stone-faced, I stare; Raspingly, I breathe; Uncontrollably, I twitch; Inwardly, I rage. I hope you die, I hope you die. I hope you bleed, I hope you die. I want you begging and crying, I want you blubbering at my feet, I want you gnashing at my ankles, I want you writhing in pain, I want your arm twisted off, Cracking with the snapping sinews, I want your beating heart in my hands, I want your genitals uprooted and stuffed in your throat, I want your stomach so I can eat the still-digesting food, I want your shrunken head and I want to force my thumbs into your unblinking eyes and I want to tear your face in two and I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die, to die, to die, to die, to die, to die, to die, to die, to die, to die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die.

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Nov 3, 2015

Nov 3, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC

daniel-handschuh

Utopia

Tingly under the daisies; Glassy-eyed, glazed, greasy; Shaking, shivering, shuddering, Wishing, wandering, whimpering, Westernizing— Romanizing— Constitutionalizing— Institutionalizing— Perpetually searching And dying And living, Watching Death survive And scythe the frolickers, The prancers, The rompers, The merrymakers. A rose clamped between his Grinning teeth glistens brightly, And he dances so joyously. “Yes!” say the naysayers, Confused are the soothsayers, Lost are the cartographers. Oh, Utopia! The monks are extravagant; The meditations are a farce! The preachers are beggars And swindlers and chargers, And Machiavelli fulfills his wishes! Babies are stillborn, stabbed, and Ritualistically sacrificed, And their blood is spilled, drunk, Slathered over the ***** man. The evangelists scream and lie: “You are all predestined to die!” Oh, hail Utopia! Wedded are the girls to the girls; Wedded are the boys to the boys; Wedded is Death to Death, Life to Life, And Life to Death. Wedded are the living to the existent. And the milking babes are slaughtered Ceremoniously, Surreptitiously, Ostentatiously. Oh, hail great Utopia! We are all dead and unintelligent: Laugh, laugh, Einstein, at your Stupidity. Laugh, laugh, Temple Grandin at Your retardation. Laugh, laugh, laugh! Look at the sluggard, thou ant; Look at the boy, sobbing wolf; Aesop was drunk, Aristotle was delusional, Michelangelo was blind, Beethoven could hear, Poe was sane. And I can't read. They ramble, I watch. They sleep, I watch. They dream, I watch. They sleep-talk, I watch. They scream, I watch. They choke, I watch. They suffocate, I watch. Stone-faced, I stare; Raspingly, I breathe; Uncontrollably, I twitch; Inwardly, I rage. I hope you die, I hope you die. I hope you bleed, I hope you die. I want you begging and crying, I want you blubbering at my feet, I want you gnashing at my ankles, I want you writhing in pain, I want your arm twisted off, Cracking with the snapping sinews, I want your beating heart in my hands, I want your genitals uprooted and stuffed in your throat, I want your stomach so I can eat the still-digesting food, I want your shrunken head and I want to force my thumbs into your unblinking eyes and I want to tear your face in two and I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die, to die, to die, to die, to die, to die, to die, to die, to die, to die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die.