I would not have spent
all those lonely years
trekking out here
if I did not think
I could draw blood
explode a few bombs
in the infinite realm of techno words
tell myself that I am going to try to sway
the great grey pulsing brain of us all
play the town crier
be an alarm
a paul revere whimpers a few hesitant words
in this obscure rag where I wipe my wad
harp on about an anthropologist declaring
we need to kill off 90% of ourself
for this little planet to feed us
soon the people will start doubling every year,
then every month,
then every week,
every day....
this whore of a world is all played out
the math just works that way
sorry to send out
another obvious truth to dim your day
So many words wasted
on fucking and robbing banks
time spent in an illusion far from the corporate truth
far from the fields
filled with angry young men
carrying guns
and asking WHY?
THOU SHALT NOT STEAL THE WRITINGS OF JOHN SCOTT RIDGWAY... YOU CAN EASILY GET PERMISSION FOR A NON COMMERCIAL REPRINT BY CONTACTING MY EMAIL.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
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