KILL THE IMPERIALIST GODS....OR JUST ANNOY THEM SOME
The rich prop up their lifestyle
on piles of bodies.
They are too far removed from the slaughter house
to smell the blood;
mistake their ignorance for innocence.
One day their childrens children
will see what they have done,
when the skies are all brown
and the birds have sang their last song...
they will stand up on their cancerous legs
& pull their potraits down from the mantels
& burn their memories into black dust
& curse them for trading the green earth
and the blue sky
for an suv and a swimming pool
------------------------------------------------all work here is the sole property of John Scott Ridgway, Chicago Illinois, host of the elves attic reading, every Friday night at the Big Star Cafe.
Monday, January 31, 2005
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