everything is bigger, better,
easier, cheaper.
and Christmas advertising is
stealing from the mouths of the underprivileged.
the great minds of our generation
are marketing agents.
the tragedies they write are scribed in
plastic and batteries,
seizure rhythms and divorce guilt.
a book is born to shred
your eyes, to tear your skin
and bleed the freaks.
Jesus bought into this? is what the clerics
want to know, but most
gave up the question in lue
of whiskey and sodomy and guilt.
Judas sold the messiah, and Peter played
fool to acquaintance in the Pagans’
court. two thousand and two
years later, and everything
is bigger, better,
easier, cheaper.
Birth sign: Taurus
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