Millennium v11p11
C1B2-b
You want to lose weight, get rid of the narrative --
slap em around the gills, more than mere fang-fodder paid
by technique you can't impose your will on
rubbish cures preferred, numbered forehead &
used the bodies for target practice
blacking for christ palm smacked a howdy
by howitzer, legends in their own behind
darts at idlers whipsaw
dogs set at each other's throats demonstrationed out:
bite this, suckers!, I'm all believed out! --
theoretical scalpel cut deep into body of money
on their mouths rubbed the blood
on the picture of a saint to dispirit the vocabulary:
I fleece you all I physic you all I bull & bear for all
I plead for all IOU rule for all
I preach for all I fight for all I feed you all
standing on a stage about to go dark:
I want to learn English; please help me
break-em-to-their knees, positive advocacy of
brain activity wishes you all grief:
let's get our points & narrow categories together
in desire for a shorter attention span
all loser groups get seduced by --
let's train them for genocide victimage
indicted homilies turning underbellies into
firm grip of reasons not to kill
& practical syndromes appear and show cause
I have Jesus in the trunk:
placenta of attention is Jesuitical pin-dancing
danger eases, fraud revives
paint-by-numbers paens --
you can read a lot when you're famous --
shut up & read your cards --
fuck the choirs, news you can use --
Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!... 'time' causes famine --
do you have an edis?... vaya con deuce --
way to move your jaws!