We'll will our millions
to journalists shot in Georgia,
even though they're dead --
it'll at least help us to get out of debt
and fuck over the public one more time
What we offer is real,
at least in the minds of the moronic masses
I love winning notifications,
those who are next in line for
Caucasus Smasher,
the ninja drug of choice of dictators
and lying politicians everywhere
Flash! Very urgent sick teen prizes
awarded to low IQ marks
by the sexiest con artists
this side of Casino Insertion Slot theme park
Your email here, friend,
is the bilious key to debt free money,
and motivation for the strangler
of a silent era Batman at midnight
before he can creep into your bedroom
to peer beneath the covers
and see that you sleep in the raw
only on Fridays and Saturdays
when the orgone patchwork pill to full functionality
of your recalcitrant member is most affordable
But, please
don't settle for a drugged, disoriented, blurred reality!
Tune in to the origin story of the Unholy Virgin
told by the Man Who Laughs
at the gates of the luxurious inferno upstairs
beneath the trapdoor to Heaven
Better than horses breaking the rider's skull
in a running of the bulls
or the lovely, ass-crying jewels
buried in secret experiments behind closed doors
Recently American scientists have found
unique chemical substances
which are somehow able to stimulate
practically every woman
We asked these scientists to create a new noxious perfume with these substances
and, you guessed it --
Yes! They have agreed,
and you can examine the action of this toxic scent
on the unsuspecting beasts
who are still addicted to the stroke book mirror
of their appallingly narcissistic self-gratification
The human race tells a heartbreaking story
as it perpetually regresses
back to the primordial swamp
of its population explosion addiction,
lowering the common denominator of intelligence
back down to beatific, gnat brain splendor,
and the material world implodes under the
deafening squall of 10 billion more unwanted children
Fuck the Unattainable!
We Love The Unsustainable!
That's the motto of the new, younger masses
bent on forging world destruction
with their three word, knee-jerk catchphrases
mouthed by excited puppet politicians,
their usually impotent members impossibly erect
at the mere thought of perpetual annihilation
We're all just marking minutes
for the final, big time Vampire Event
So cheer up and live in the moment,
the Now of the cosmic sangre mundo
But, honey, what I really need to know is
can I get out of karmic debt
and save the parched spirit of my senses-jaded soul?

copyright,  © 2008 Chris Desjardins pka Chris D.

From A MINUTE TO PRAY, A SECOND TO DIE (2009).    

A MINUTE TO PRAY, A SECOND TO DIE is an epic, career-spanning anthology of Chris D.'s writings, published by New Texture. Buy it here.