ANGER

Anger in my hands at the crimes you inflict,
Anger in my hands and my spine and my lips.
Anger in the fossil that you call your groin,
Anger in inadequacies thrown in my face.

Justice sought far too often,
Body warned down by cement shoes,
Wondering upon transgressions surely committed,
Abstract guilt more real than felt hamburgers.

Poking fun at a protruding stomach and a choke on a ham sandwich.
California Dreaming of death, drugs and fading away.
Neanderthal cruelty mocks a bouncing belly,
Gigantic people never really get penetrated.

I was born into Raft Macaroni and Cheese dinners,
And have risen up into Microwave Turkey Hot Dogs,
Peasantry superseded by boxes and jars of Barlow,
Maria, take me from this ancient gang war cycle.

Teaching me to ride a bike on the west side highway,
Bemused at my spastic innocence,
Muddled memories of falling on the pavement,
Resuscitated by bloody scraped knees.

There are bees in my bed,
Sleeping with me, grasping on my toes.
I wake up, my body coated in fear and hatred.
Potatoes in my throat and nose.

Virginian virgins shovel yellow snow in Arlington Cemetery,
As Bill Gates dildo easy chair nightmares 
collide in cyberspace with egocentric fuckers.

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