Gutless,
Comatose,
Freedom rings.
Sounding from
A shallow grave,
Clamoring
For some sweet sickness.
Hark, the herald
Angels sing
Of misanthropes
And monuments
Razor-wired
With hunger pangs,
Gnashing teeth
And impotence.
Turner Classic
Diaries.

The order
Of anger
Is sequenced in hate.
Cosmo-
Theistic
Doctrines of fiction
By foolish
children
who firmly believe
there is no comfort
like fear.

It’s gutless.

Wave the flag,
Sing the praises.
Thin the herd
Before they breed.
Throwing stones
From glass houses
Gun shows, and
the Waco siege.
What a man,
And what a message,
Ignorant
and asinine.
The Oklahoma
City bombing
Thanks to you,
Now realized.

It’s gutless.
You should be so ashamed