we will all die of stupidity
[note: I presented an earlier version of this poem-in-progress at
’s excellent Cultural Futurist Salon V on August 24th, 2024]let us have a few moments suffering to remember why we are here
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the only animal whose tools make it harder
aiding and alphabeting
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he goes to a political convention and the signs read
freedom and joy
but the straws are made of paper
and it’s extra for meat
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you go to a reading
about how women want to have a perfect c**t
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wasn’t it easier when you just got given one and it was fine
and every institution ends in perverts
and every institution ends in flames
the shadows in the heart are the writing on the wall
you can’t put us all in prison
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I do not know what the heart of a rascal may be wrote Joseph de Maistre, but I know what is in the heart of an honest man; it is horrible.
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we will all die of stupidity
our arses in the air
there is only what you think
and what you don’t
and what is the difference between dressing up and looking good
the effort or the execution
and between the thought and the deed
well, a poem or a flower
alive and dead at the same time
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and if you don’t know what you think
what makes you think you know what I think
he’s got a little bit of the shames about him today
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It’s easier to believe the other believes
than to remember the human wound
I began to feel sick when I saw what came out of his mouth
broken glass
back away
he deserved to be eaten
he always had that edible look about him
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and if I don’t call for long enough it’s as if we never knew each other at all
these screws are the wrong length
who knew there were so many to pick from
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we will all die of stupidity
our perfect c**ts
our arses in the air
yesterday I saw a butterfly
two in fact
a red admiral
a cabbage white
and they say that everything is terrible
pick your they wisely