Also Mutants

Smiling Vermouth

8-16-17

You don't even have an army
to get you off the tarmac.
A face like herpes walking
controls your legs and your phone
rules your fingers like
democracy itself watching
self-inflicted wounds...
suicide by 1,000+ tweets
lapped up only by those
who'd do the same if they could.
But all I see are smiles
and the dumbest looks
surrounded by white hair and dead eyes
echoing cassette-fed soliloquies
blaming everyone but the real
culprits...themselves.
Have another.          Here,
have another.          Here,
have another...the bones in your back break.          Here,
have another...white terrorism fuels an economy.          Here,
have another...dance, I say, dance, boy.          Here,
have another...failing, failing, failing fake news.          Here,
have another...so tired of winning.          Here,
have another.          Here,
have another.          Here,
have another...make mine a double
         and maybe it'll all be over with faster.