Thursday, January 6, 2011

Poem Jan 1, 2011

Blood greases the cogs
As the great machine
Hurls forward into
That great Tomorrow

The vas deferens cut
Only blank humans
Spew forth out of the
American Dream

Mother Nature, nailed
To the cross, cries out
To the father: Help.
Blood pools in her mouth

From her mouth the blood
Is harvested by
Spiritually
Bankrupt Humankind

Happy New Year friends!
Westward the course of
Empire! And downward
Goes America

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