If you see a nickel on the ground don’t bend to meet it
because it’s likely a disease nest, an assemblage of noxious
viral pathogens, it will turn your insides to jelly
after it steals your voice and makes all your holes leak
fluid the consistency of paper mache, or perhaps it will pass,
who knows in this uncertain age, where our leaders are a pantomime
circus of dung and vomit, society is a sideshow slideshow
erupting from our own minds as we look into a mirror
weeping “Why!?”
We would ask god but his ears are plugged
with the fact he doesn’t exist, not in any way
that would make a difference as far as you or anyone
could ever really know, making religion a drug,
not an opiate, but a benzodiazepine pill
because of it’s predilection to cause aggression
and behavioral disinhibition, which combine
messily to make for mass shootings and genital mutilations.
I watch the news and hear the wails of the prostrate
penitent prison punks, guards jam nightsticks
where the sun shines not, just for fun is what one would assume
given the way they smile, but the world is yours
if you can convince yourself its worth taking
by the handle, because at least you can blow
your brains out with it.