Ah, glare and garish
Subculture tang and bitter-sweet
    obtuse
vulture
        of choice
...to you, a gift
a gift
     I would give.

You, I believe you would
  kiss the stars and makebelieves
and sell
  us
a different story.

    Oh, cold demon,
 so bereft of heart and hope
or so you would say
    of pulse, perhaps
of hope, you
       know
you got it
        made.

I'd shove
 word
bitter word, after
    word
into your affidavit mouth
        a gift,
a gift, wisdom
is hard to
   come
    by.

I'd wrap words
  about your tongue
fix them 'bout your teeth
 right between
     courtesy
and whore.

public sodomy.
  something new
to trickle to the
masses.

    but
we've seen the sparks
 and watched the marathons
and meanwhile,
   through the
ketamine,
  valium
     and prozac peace-pipe
  society, we are
 in;
we're sick
  of
forcefeeding.

give us a tablecloth
   worth eating
from.

a gift of
  delicate sorry
words
  and decency.

I hope you fucking choke.

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