shut up

yeah, yeah
that cumshot in the whitehouse
pisses you off
you wanna
you gonna
you are
resisting that dick
you want a
revolution
everyone wants a
revolution
but no one knows
what one smells like
shit? puke? vanilla cupcakes? pussy?
or the taste
bitter? sweet? rancid? a little curry, maybe?
the touch
a big ol’ hard-on? sandpaper? jello? being knifed in the kidney?
or sounds like
whistling? sobbing? a cricket? an avalanche? laughter?
but the silly mind pictures this:
good guys in rags running around bad guys in Red Coats
or camo guys with big guns in jungles
maybe a beret or two
wine weed whisky
a mountain breeze
a bombed out hospital
blowing up bridges
fondling a pistol
salt and pepper stubble
being on watch under the stars
glitzy graffiti
all that shit
but come here, closer
real close, let me whisper
in your ear,
smell my aftershave
bourbon, weed, garlic
get all that revolution shit
out of your head
that’s old school
and it would get you killed
or worse, your lover
think about that
your piece of ass
be it pussy or cock
blown to bits
for the cause
fuck, no
the thing about change today
is you just have to do almost nothing
yup
almost nothing
but it’s fucking hard
takes sacrifice
that’s why it won’t happen
but if it did
starve the beast
to death
kill the mothafucka
go buy rice and dry beans
shit loads
and eat just that
for a day
for week
a month, years
that is revolutionary
your brother and sisters
who survived
Auschvitz and Kigali and the killing fields
ate nothing so rich
as endless rice and beans
and give up the damned coffees
drink water
and more water
unload securities if you got ’em
all of ’em
you don’t need
another pair of goddamn shoes
or a new car
or that addition
or the new fucking carpet
keep your feet on the ground
don’t fly – ever
ground all airplanes
by staying home
that is revolutionary
no one saves nowadays anyways
but keep $100 bucks in your bank
and not a penny more
keep working but
don’t inject your money
into the druggie
make a 90 year old limp dick
have more swag than Wall Street
drain that monster, quick, hard and mercilessly
bleed the demon out and dance
in its blood
that is your enemy
not the dumbfuck
parading around the oval office
drunk on the american dream
high on himself
that clown is nothing
but a reflection of what
we are
united we stand
shallow, feckless
ignorant and arrogant
violent as a hellstorm
within and without
clawing at the surface
scared to dig deep
marching and saluting
as one
to ensure avarice
for the few alphas
high on the pyramid
pounding their chests
piling their bananas
pissing on all those below

last line of poem here