Tuesday, September 24, 2013

A Change of Heart?

I'm done. I submit.
Now, I want my blue suit and red tie.
I want shiny leather shoes, made from the skin of prostitutes.
I want immunity from the law.
Unbridled entitlement.
I want an NRA membership.
I want a house made of ivory.
I want a subservient robot wife.
Gimme.
Just gimme.
Deep fried eagles.
Roast panda.
I wanna, wanna, wanna.
I wanna build my own prison.
Fuck poetry.
Fuck art.
I want afternoon cocktails
and I won't leave a tip.
I want a landfill of dead eastern european hookers.
I'll choke every last Indian to death,
and the Native Americans while I'm at it.
I am so witty.


This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.