Words

Are

E v e r y w h e r e

Ripe for the picking

Raped in the pickling

Of too many brains

In the literary kitchen

And left for dead

By the vacant stares

That

R e a d & Scroll

S c r o l l & Read

These scrolls of seeds

Scattered but never planted

And not likely to bloom

In the dry highlands

Of modern man’s minds

But you’ll get a gold star

For every like, comment, follow

Hang it on the fridge

Won’t mama be so proud

Schoolyard teasing

Tag-your-it shit

Frozen in soul-sapping selfies

Validate me

Validate me

Validate me

Don’t you know

All the good artists steal

?

Life is not

Hermetically sealed

!

That bitch is

W I D E

O P E N

D R I P P I N G

Lick those greedy fingers

Wipe the juice from your chin

If you have any of

The five senses

Intact

Erect

&

Uncircumcised

Then you are a thief

Of existence

Now don’t be so fucking smug

About the privilege

It can & will be revoked

We all bleed

&

Have brethren to feed

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