The Assholes This Mourning by Nicole Terry   have you seen the assholes this mourning parading around in their naked aristocratic arrogance shitting reasons for their perceived dominance? Deadlines! Deadlines! To authorize into law so the other assholes can vote in 30 seconds or less your life away I hope you enjoy being slaves to billions of well-worded Laws I hope you cheer every time Smarty Jones crosses the finish line cos that's another year of your life down the credit hole UCC drain and another similac™ admiralty teat for you to plunder your last ounce of wheat you are no farmer but the asshole aristocrat has you farmed and you are the wheat except no body's eating you you're just eaten away no worries you're safe Homeland has your calendar week calculated down to the last gram of Federal Reserve all accounted for in the bank while you celebrate your National Emergency holy days you stupid fucks! Ah, here's to the gun, pills, and taxed districts whiskey rebellion here's to George Alexander Thomas and all the rest Oh, and one for Sleep But I thank you most for Death  © Copyright 2008 Nicole Terry ALL RIGHTS RESERVED   [back to Poems] [Sensual Poetry]