by Ashley Beth
A curse on all your houses
Talk not to me
For I’ll not speak a word
Do as thou wilt
For I have done with thee
Those
Those demons
Their voices
Whispers
Depending on
The cortisol level
A titer!
For the love of God, man!
Run a titer!
Her stress level
Is reaching that
Cushing syndrome
And there’s no cushion
Until she cooks
Her DNA
Into
Glycosylated mutations
It was people like you
Who made me afraid to go to school
As a child
Remain stable
Remain un-mutated
Remain asleep
Poppies
Yes
Poppies will make me sleep
Good thing
Cuz you won’t like me
When I’m angry
If I only had a brain
C-c-c-courage
What do they got?
That I haven’t got?
I’ve got this here snake skin jacket
And it is a symbol of my individualit-ayyyyy
Come on’ baybee
Let’s hop in the truck
Bye bye
All you demons
Buh bye
Drove my Chevy to the Levy
SSI was bone dry
And good ol’ suits
On Wallstreet
Sip their Bombai and piiiiineapple
Singing
This will be the day the Scheme dies
Ponzie
Whitey
Michael Brown
Turn your frown
Into a riot
Just remember
To keep quiet
Don’t bother speaking
Because Fox News will just misquote you
An agent of chaos IS fair
And balanced
So I suppose
Is misinformation
We’re in a proper mess this time
And dare I say it’s hairy
“I don’t know the percentage
Of the Internet that’s valid, do You?
It’s scary.” –Hunter S. Thompson