Archive production: morning poem 482

 

WARNING*

CRACKERS TO THE WHITE ASS

FLAG FASCIST DRAPES

WITH THE CRACKER ASS FUCKS!

 *This text was flagged as inappropriate by fb

LENINIST PEP TALK

 

  It feels stupid 

while you are doing it

but what you are doing

is called living

and I 

want you 

to know 

    that it is 

a

 fucking

revolutionary

activity!

QUOD OPUS MIHI EST

 

what is my work

what is my job?

materials everywhere

and tons of contrivances

a net amount of flesh is totally involved

but my overall energy levels

spell the death of hustle

and when I stop:

the slight taste of iron

and what is my wages?

well, it must be something

visible only

from very far away

Cancelled poem from early 90s