Sunday, June 1, 2014

on Leave a Damed Comment

the aliens are a bunch of assholes


and worshiped forever.  Amen their women...
amen and exchanged and served their bodies
among the animals: clocks, bats, penguins, and

other stuff but here and there we fucked it
up like Napster of the gopher's similar bliss

the aliens used meth and spent money
Who swapped tags and scorned the stars
what against nature has always served--


Professing they altered the eternal and
hated love themselves like Tartarus,
But transformed their lust into the--

something like cash--

aliens incorruptible eyes, made no less, 

to uncleanness, who hung like a tree of
vile people to vile passions pouring
More theological than the automobile's 

ape-like reason and vision--

God gave them to discover stalking with honor!
God's discovery about little Mary and The Truth
of Jesus and the four-footed beasts of
The four Corners of the Mall, McDonald's, Arby's, 
JCPenney, and Red Lobsters ignoring Leviticus 
(but not the parts about sex)
for the Sea Food Empire they became
 intelligent intoxicated eaters of fries and burgers

Who exchanged their intellectual treasures for
Professions of lawyers, real estate agents,
street doctors, Jewish bankers, clowns, and the
class of property tax protectors, the police officers

Driving down the avenue dream with insurance tools
Cell phones and back-up emergency sirens!

The Holy Realtor who lives in the sky!  

So what is vile is man,
the Great Animal in his deep fried paradise
and before Jesus gave birth to rice and fish

and multiplied the bread but not the money
and took slaves for property...
and called it crucifixion

O awareness, O my dear
What have we here?
Where went the new year?
Don't answer.  Don't bother
I am feeling a little under the weather.
Balloon.



Reader Reviews!

Beethoven:  Romans and tigers and bears. Oh my!!
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Malvin:  Is that Dio or Sabbath?  

Believer: Delusions of grandeur,
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